Prologue

I recently took a trip to New York City. My intents and purposes were to meet up with an old friend, one Adam Shatarsky, and oversee the filming of a short film, the screenplay for which I had finished writing only weeks prior.

What follows is based on actual events.

To protect the innocent, some names and locations have been changed. To condemn the guilty, all else has been told as honestly as possible, except where I, the author, felt the need to indulge slightly in an effort to have myself come across more as a witty god-like figure than the slimy, detestable cockroach I was, and perhaps, to some extent, shall forever continue to be.