Neal Pollack Comes Out

and … in the spirit of the brou-haha surrounding JT Leroy and also James Frey now apparently …

tells the truth about who he is.

I killed all those children while addicted to crack, and weed, and heroin. That was very hard to do because I couldn’t see very well due to the massive quantities of blood that were streaming from the always-open wound in my forehead, which was given to me by my childhood rabbi after he sodomized me at a strip club that we owned together. Also, I’m a transgendered prostitute who writes poetry, my mother was a whore, and my father was a sailor from Athens who was murdered by the original members of the Black Gangster Disciples after he tried to steal a shipment of amphetamines from them. I’m on the top ten wanted list in 37 states, and in the top five in the other 13. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t want to fuck me.

heh heh heh heh

Good for you, Mr. Pollack. Feels good to tell the truth, don’t it? Read the whole funny thing here. I particularly like: “It’s been a hard life because the cops won’t start–I mean stop–beating me up.” hahaha In search of the authentic!!

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4 Responses to Neal Pollack Comes Out

  1. Emily says:

    “As soon as that was over, I sent Gus Van Sant, who is making this blog entry into a movie, a dried elk’s penis as proof.”

    Hahahahaha.

  2. red says:

    hahahaha

    I know! I love the “turning this blog entry into a movie” thing

  3. Jim Treacher says:

    I was just reading your rant about Frey’s NY Observer thing from a few years back, right before the book came out. And I mean “rant” in the best possible way.

  4. red says:

    Jim –

    Yeah, I called this phony out 2 years ago!! Something was just not right about him. I didn’t “buy” it.

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