OF
Gordon Duboise
Pop:
This is a love story. It’s about an interracial marriage. And since when did Universal start reading scripts? You should have slapped a new title page on Code Name Shapiro and sold it to them again.
ARGOSY ENTERTAINMENT
Literary Representatives
LOS ANGELES
NEW YORK
TORONTO
LONDON
Don’t press your luck, Gordon. Just because they bought it three times already doesn’t mean you can turn it into a cottage industry.
And what do you know from interracial? Until you were eight years old you thought that black people came from employment agencies.
Gordon, please. I’m an old man. I gave you love. I gave you a home. I gave you all the support you ever needed.
FROM THE DESK OF
Gordon Duboise
Bullshit. You divorced my mother and sent me to boarding school.
ARGOSY ENTERTAINMENT
Literary Representatives
LOS ANGELES
NEW YORK
TORONTO
LONDON
To build your character. Now it’s built. Give me a goddamned love story.
FROM THE JOURNAL OF
Travis Puckett
Up until the Magic Moment, it was a day that had disaster written all over it. First the laundry was delivered with one sock missing, which is enough to throw me off balance for at least a month. (Do you get rid of the other one too, or just let it lie there mocking you every time you open the drawer?) Then came breakfast when I discovered that Gordo had not only invaded my half of the kitchen again but broken the Paper Towel Rule on top of it. '“When we get down to three rolls, buy more. I don’t like eating into the buffer.”) Finally, there was lunch with Andrea Fox and the dean—a last-ditch effort on our part to convince him that (a) the Alexander Hamilton book proposal was worth the $30,000 grant, and
'b( I’m really not pathological. By the time the entrees had arrived, Andrea had almost succeeded in the former and was establishing a beachhead on the latter when she caught me lining up the ends of my asparagus and stabbed me in the thigh with a fork. None of this was lost on Dean Koutrelakos, who decided instead to use the money for fifteen new toilets in Bovard Hall. Which means I get to finance the book myself on $941, a T-bill I’m not allowed to touch, and two Happy Meal coupons from Denny’s. Thank God Gordo’s rich.
GORDO: Kewl. I never had a kept boy before.
TRAVIS: If you’re going to put it that way, just drop it. Nothing’s worth a word picture like that.
So it was in my Scarlett O’Hara “As God Is My Witness I’ll Never Go Hungry Again” mode that I reached into my campus mailbox and found it—squished between an American Express statement, a third payment notice for a barium enema I never had, and my May issue of the Advocate.
UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
UNIVERSITY PARK • LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90007
Doheny Library
Faculty Research Request
DATE: April 23, 1998
FROM: Travis Puckett
DEPARTMENT: History
BUILDING/ROOM: VKC/223
MATERIALS NEEDED
Your phone number.
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS
You couldn’t begin to guess.
Travis, this is your last warning. I’m only human—and even though you’re not exactly a hunklet, on a Cute Scale of 1-to-10, you’re an easy 12. So don’t push me. You really don’t want to go there.
Naturally, my next two classes were hell. I named Philadelphia as one of the thirteen colonies, I couldn’t remember what the War of 1812 was about, and I referred to James Madison’s wife as Dolly Levi. If I’d kept it up for another fifteen minutes, their final exams would have ended in a mistrial. But it was worth the anxiety attack when I pumped up the steps to Doheny Library two at a time and made it to the reference room three minutes before he went off duty.
I was out of breath—and he was waiting for me.
PERSONNEL OFFICE
CONFIDENTIAL
Julian Eric Brennan
d.o.b. February 14, 1970, Dubuque, Iowa
Ht. 5'10", Wt. 161; Eyes: Blue; Hair: Lt. brown Position : Assistant Librarian
Location : Doheny Library Reference
Hours :
Gordon Duboise
Pop:
This is a love story. It’s about an interracial marriage. And since when did Universal start reading scripts? You should have slapped a new title page on Code Name Shapiro and sold it to them again.
ARGOSY ENTERTAINMENT
Literary Representatives
LOS ANGELES
NEW YORK
TORONTO
LONDON
Don’t press your luck, Gordon. Just because they bought it three times already doesn’t mean you can turn it into a cottage industry.
And what do you know from interracial? Until you were eight years old you thought that black people came from employment agencies.
Gordon, please. I’m an old man. I gave you love. I gave you a home. I gave you all the support you ever needed.
FROM THE DESK OF
Gordon Duboise
Bullshit. You divorced my mother and sent me to boarding school.
ARGOSY ENTERTAINMENT
Literary Representatives
LOS ANGELES
NEW YORK
TORONTO
LONDON
To build your character. Now it’s built. Give me a goddamned love story.
FROM THE JOURNAL OF
Travis Puckett
Up until the Magic Moment, it was a day that had disaster written all over it. First the laundry was delivered with one sock missing, which is enough to throw me off balance for at least a month. (Do you get rid of the other one too, or just let it lie there mocking you every time you open the drawer?) Then came breakfast when I discovered that Gordo had not only invaded my half of the kitchen again but broken the Paper Towel Rule on top of it. '“When we get down to three rolls, buy more. I don’t like eating into the buffer.”) Finally, there was lunch with Andrea Fox and the dean—a last-ditch effort on our part to convince him that (a) the Alexander Hamilton book proposal was worth the $30,000 grant, and
'b( I’m really not pathological. By the time the entrees had arrived, Andrea had almost succeeded in the former and was establishing a beachhead on the latter when she caught me lining up the ends of my asparagus and stabbed me in the thigh with a fork. None of this was lost on Dean Koutrelakos, who decided instead to use the money for fifteen new toilets in Bovard Hall. Which means I get to finance the book myself on $941, a T-bill I’m not allowed to touch, and two Happy Meal coupons from Denny’s. Thank God Gordo’s rich.
GORDO: Kewl. I never had a kept boy before.
TRAVIS: If you’re going to put it that way, just drop it. Nothing’s worth a word picture like that.
So it was in my Scarlett O’Hara “As God Is My Witness I’ll Never Go Hungry Again” mode that I reached into my campus mailbox and found it—squished between an American Express statement, a third payment notice for a barium enema I never had, and my May issue of the Advocate.
UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA
UNIVERSITY PARK • LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 90007
Doheny Library
Faculty Research Request
DATE: April 23, 1998
FROM: Travis Puckett
DEPARTMENT: History
BUILDING/ROOM: VKC/223
MATERIALS NEEDED
Your phone number.
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS
You couldn’t begin to guess.
Travis, this is your last warning. I’m only human—and even though you’re not exactly a hunklet, on a Cute Scale of 1-to-10, you’re an easy 12. So don’t push me. You really don’t want to go there.
Naturally, my next two classes were hell. I named Philadelphia as one of the thirteen colonies, I couldn’t remember what the War of 1812 was about, and I referred to James Madison’s wife as Dolly Levi. If I’d kept it up for another fifteen minutes, their final exams would have ended in a mistrial. But it was worth the anxiety attack when I pumped up the steps to Doheny Library two at a time and made it to the reference room three minutes before he went off duty.
I was out of breath—and he was waiting for me.
PERSONNEL OFFICE
CONFIDENTIAL
Julian Eric Brennan
d.o.b. February 14, 1970, Dubuque, Iowa
Ht. 5'10", Wt. 161; Eyes: Blue; Hair: Lt. brown Position : Assistant Librarian
Location : Doheny Library Reference
Hours :
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