the title copy read `` genuine stone . '' it was an introduction of addison in the mainstream press . with some copy about her high-wire public art , her billboards , her boyfriends . my stroke of genius-i had just signed another artist , etien koort , who was also doing a lot of portraits . koort 's got a very styled , jet-set approach to young new york , and he 'd been after addison to do her portrait

besides , sometimes the mess staff puts very strange things between those two crackers . it 's much safer to tear it apart than to just eat it blind . i look up , and admiral shockpaw is standing across the table from me with a sandwich on a tray . i 'm surprised enough that he 's here in the mess hall , but i 'm really surprised he has a pre-made sandwich

he did n't , but i imagined i could hear him chewing all the way to the third floor . the third floor was my domain . it consisted of four large square rooms all interconnected by a series of arched doors and a walk-in closet in the center of the four . i never moved out of the nursery . that 's what my mother called it , the nursery

if he saw me , i 'd have to attack . the element of surprise would be lost . but he was speaking with someone , and i could n't throw myself in front of them without knowing who it was . as the door cracked opened , i could barely breathe . i held it steady , still refusing to release the
knob