My Friend Samuel

Trilby, the hat of posers.

Everyone needs at least one Samuel in their lives to make grandiose assertions. Samuel likes Prince Alberts (the mustache) and he thinks he's wearing a fedora when he's actually wearing a trilby. I love him like Tabasco on a split lip.

Yesterday he accused me of being a sell-out because I write fantasy, instead of something...something else, I guess. I don't know, what are the Bushwick kids reading these days?

'Cause yeah, I'm in fantasy for the money.