20Two Weeks Later, New York City, New YorkIt was a sign.
Literally, it was a sign--big red letters painted on a white placard nailed to a stake. It was carried by a girl on the sidewalk outside the TV studio, visible through the giant plate glass windows behind the set.
SUE YOUR d**k! That was what it said.
Simon grinned. There he was in New York City, getting ready to walk onto the set of the top-rated national network morning show, US AM, and he was already news on the street.
SUE YOUR d**k! wasn't the only sign out there, either. DOWN WITH d***s! That was scrawled on one of them. D.I.L.L. - d**k IDENTIFICATION & LEGISLATION LEAGUE, read another.
"Two minutes!" The floor director, a short, middle-aged African-American woman in a black t-shirt and jeans, paced the studio, clip
