Chapter 5: Mr. May
February 1. Cold as ice outside. Wind kicks up in circles, freezing the city. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it so cold. Bitter. Tempestuous. Arctic. My n*****s are hard in the studio, and the thermostat sits at seventy-eight. The new kid on the block, Mr. April, aka Late Mercer, claims he’s going to die from frostbite. His teeth chatter, and he shakes. Like me, he also wears a sweater.
I tell Timmy, my personal assistant, “Can you please run down to Starbuck’s and get us all something warm to drink?”
Timmy agrees. All smiles. Such a nice young man.
“Make mine a double, Princess v****a!” Vinny Calhoun, my chosen Mr. May for the calendar, yells at Timmy from a director’s chair in front of the green screen. He’s the only one not freezing, even if he wears the least cloth
