If you want my Baudelaire and you think I’m sexy

Years ago, in Hollywood, Carpe and I were broke and considering any and all means of making dough: donating our precious bodily fluids, selling my immortal soul on eBay (Carpe’s was already wrapped up in a botched development deal), becoming “peace profiteers” by vending T-shirts at anti-war rallies. Finally, two notions levitated to the top…