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So, how are you settling in, Vince? I’m sorry, I can’t call you Jenny anymore, it’s the law.
Even though I had breast implants and my penis sliced in half, peeled like a banana and then stitched to my body to form labia?
Yeah, even though that. I mean, the law’s the law for everyone, but really, how are you settling in?
Oh, I’ve got a divine view of the bay through the bars and my cell’s right next door to the torture chambers, so I don’t have to crawl too far in excruciating agony to collapse on my blanket on the floor after a good session.
I am pleased you’re liking it. Funnily enough, I’m looking out at a view of the sea right now too. I’m on First-Best-Guy Hugo’s new mega-yacht. Hey, do you remember the last time we both sat watching the sun go down over the sea and I said that I wanted to change the world? Well, I guess I managed it.
Oh, Troy, you really don’t see it, do you?
What? See what?
You didn’t change the world, the world changed you.