Status Updates From Enjoy Me

you fucking kids—you goddamned kids, I don’t think any of you get it. You just don’t get it! What Ronald Reagan wanted was for me to rape you! He was a good man.” “I can’t remember anything about him,” I say. “I think my grandmother voted for him. If women could vote back then. I can’t remember.”

Smith, Logan Ryan. Enjoy Me (p. 52). Transmission Press. Kindle Edition.

'I take their napkins and copies of The Rules of Attraction and sign them with, I wrote this fucking book, bitch, don’t you ever ask Bret Easton Ellis to sign a book he didn’t even write ever again, and then finish it off with a heart that looks like the Smashing Pumpkins’ heart but with my initials in it.'

Smith, Logan Ryan. Enjoy Me (p. 48). Transmission Press. Kindle Edition.

'...it’s technically winter, and I sip a vodka martini while he slowly bleeds out our waitress over the table and pays off the hostess to look the other way, calls it research, says he’s doing a study for a script treatment, that his actions are necessary to make more books that can be made into bad movies that will make him more money than the books and everyone smiles and asks for his autograph...'

Instead, I have no patience, so I walk away to find self-help books that can tell me how to kill someone better and pleasure oneself afterward, and from there on out be pleasured and fulfilled by life.

Smith, Logan Ryan. Enjoy Me (p. 45). Transmission Press. Kindle Edition.