Posted on 05/04/03
King of the golden age of trash
The Prince of Puke is a bendable little man, his thin frame and limbs like those of a child's toy you can manipulate any which way. He sits down for one interview after another in the basement lounge of Toronto's Elgin Theatre, always moving, bending far over the surface of the black rectangular table, his head held heavily in one hand, then snapping back into an upright position, laughing, his legs in his bright red pants crossing, uncrossing, sometimes stretched out, sometimes tucked under his chair.
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