The Red Herring: Evening Mr. Black.

Ezra: If you so much as breathe a word about this to anyone I’ll kill you, understand?

The Red Herring: What? that you’re illegally living in this office?

Ezra: No, that I’m showering in the sink.

The Red Herring: You have my word, I swear nobody will know.

Ezra: *Phew*

The Red Herring: So why exactly are you living in this office?

Ezra: Well the rent’s pretty cheap; it costs me five bucks a month for the night janitor to look the other way. Plus I get free water from the water fountain! Can you imagine! Free!

The Red Herring: Ok, moving right along. Many former Herring editors have gone on to do great things with their lives. Do you have any plans for the future?

Ezra: I’m with you there. The editors of the past have set the bar pretty high. I mean there’s that one guy who wrote the screenplay for the Transformers movie. I suppose he’s the gold standard for now.

The Red Herring: Indeed. What about Blake Gregory, editor and chief from last year?

Ezra: Yes I heard he was working for a charitable organization. But it turns out he’s just dropping his pants for small change on the corner of Peel and St-Catherine.

The Red Herring: Well that’s a charity of sorts.

Ezra: Tell that to the squeegee kids, he’s been stealing all their business.

The Red Herring: Very funny Mr. Black. Seriously now, any plans for the future?

Ezra: Kidney salesman, and after that, maybe half my liver? Do you want to buy some pubic hair?

The Red Herring: I think I’ll pass.

                                                                                                                                                 ~Ezra Black