“Hey Dan, What’s up?” I asked answering the phone in the wee morning hours. I hear Dan say slowly all nubained out, “Why do you wrap a hamster in masking tape?” Perplexed I answer, “What?” Dan chuckled and slurs out, “So it doesn’t explode when you fuck it. See you in Anaheim tomorrow.” Dan hangs up.

“You know I don’t eat fish.” he said. “Well you would know if you bothered to read my books.” This was a typical Dan-style opening line as we sat in an Anaheim hotel during our first meeting. [Read more…]