Though I've never seen Gary with a rod, I would in every respect describe him as a fisherman. It's not just the bragging about size that does it. For Gary, there's always other fish in the sea. And somehow, they all fall hook line and sinker for him. We're at this all you can eat sushi bar in Soho, filling ourselves to the gills, when I look for a way to broach the subject that has been bugging me for the last few days.
“This is how I learned to go down on girls,” Gary says, “got to eat sushi before you eat pussy.”
I raise one eyebrow while dipping my ocean fresh sashimi in soy sauce.
“It's the smell,” he says, “raw fish kinda prepares you for it.”
“What are you carping about, man?” I say, “giving head is a privilege, you should be grateful you're welcome down there.”