Pootie Tang
When Phil came back to New York after graduation, he didn’t have a place to stay, so I subletted him my apartment in Brooklyn, which I’d never actually stayed in because I was essentially living with my girlfriend. Hence, I’d never bothered to have the cable or internet set up. He kept insisting that he didn’t need TV, but I have no idea what he did to pass the time at home. (Besides, obviously, masturbating.) I think he watched a lot of my DVDs. He seemed most excited that I had Pootie Tang. Maybe because Pootie Tang looked so much like Ray, our I.T. guy.
—Adam
