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Escort's email address: don't know

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $5000/2 hrs

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 5'11"

Weight: slim

Facial hair: no

Body hair: minimal

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: small

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: no

Does he smoke? don't know

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in call

Kisser: don't know

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: great

Hire again: no

Handle: thebasher

Submission: none before

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

Experience: I'm an S&M master and expert sadist into doling out punishment to young twinks. I've followed this Brad

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thing with interest and skepticism. I'm used to twinks who say they have no limits then cry for their mamas five minutes into a scene. I'm always on the hunt for a twink who can handle me. Brad seemed like a real possibility but the smokescreen of bullshit around him made me wonder what was real. When that tasty picture of him showed up online, I decided to take a chance and make an appointment.

Brad's handler claimed that I could inflict heavy permanent damage on the twink. But the guy has claimed a lot of things that turned out not to be true. When I saw the damage other guys had inflicted on the twink (broken legs, castration, black eye, etc), I felt hopeful. Objectively, I have to say there are hotter twinks in the world, but Brad's charisma more than makes up for it. He has a cute face and a fine ass. His body is sub-twink: pale, thin, no muscle tone, very used looking. I liked him a whole helluva lot, but you vanilla guys should know that he's no porn star. So far so good, but it wasn't until the scene was underway and he was taking heavy punishment that I got what all the hype was about.

To say Brad spoiled me is putting it mildly. He handled a cruel and very hot manual strangulation scene that nearly did him in. I shredded and bloodied his bony back with a series of whips while fucking him hard and deep. His voice really came alive when he was yelling and screaming. I love hearing pain, and he let loose in a big way, which really fired me up. Cock and ball torture is my specialty, and I took most of my aggression out on his lonely, pathetic worm of a

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cock. I clipped electrodes to the shaft and head and sent jolts through the twink while he bucked and seized in his restraints. I whipped his cock bloody then slowly burned every inch of it with a cigarette lighter until he finally passed out. That did the trick for me, and I shot the biggest load of my life on his slack pussy face.

You: I'm a bigwig in the LA leather community for my perfect body and skill with the whip. I'm 61, but don't look it.

Webmaster's message: I have received some extremely interesting emails as you will see below I'll let them speak for themselves.

Zack's response: I want to say something about the criticism that Brad and I have been receiving here. You need to understand a few things. Maybe I should have made myself clear earlier. One way that I'm different than the original Brian is that what I'm letting you guys do to Brad is not my fantasy. It's your fantasy, and I just have a sick enough imagination to love observing you. I think you're all assuming I'm in control of this and that Brad is my helpless captive or something. The truth is that Brad wants this to happen. This was his idea. I'm helping his and your fantasy become reality, period. My thing was and is bareback sex—breeding, bug chasing, and so on. Yeah, I like the 'I might be sentencing someone to death when I cum inside him' thing a lot. I

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love the gambling aspect of raw sex. I love the idea that having hot sex with a bottom could have a permanent, negative impact on his life. I love how barebacking makes having sex heavy and meaningful. I love how gay guys can be like straight guys who wonder how many illegitimate kids there could be out there with their DNA. I love imagining my ex-fucks out in the world infecting others or dying in hospital beds. Honestly when I hunted Brad down and convinced him to hook up with me, I didn't know what was going to happen. I thought I might fuck him once or a few times and say adios. I thought maybe I could pimp him out to the bareback community and get my rocks off plus earn some money at the same time. It was Brad's idea to go this way and sell pieces of his death. He's the one who wants to die in a big, meaningful, earth shattering way. I'm doing this because it's intense and interesting. I'm doing this because I like the fact that I'm part of something legendary. I like the fame aspect. But if you think I'm here jacking off while guys torture Brad, you're wrong. I have to live with Brad's pain and misery. I have to nurse his wounds and pay for his medical treatment and listen to him moan and cry and whine about his pain and discomfort. I want to know why the fuck he's doing this to himself as much as you do. You think I understand it? I don't. He won't or can't tell me. Maybe I would understand or wouldn't care if I understood if I actually gave a shit about him. I don't. There's nothing to care about. We had some very hot sex when he first got here. He

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had a cute face. He had a cute little ass. But the sex was hot because it was intense to be fucking a boy I'd been obsessing about for so long. Apart from that, I didn't think he was interesting or sweet or fun or intriguing or even all that physically attractive. What was and is missing is the love. Brad clearly never loved Brian. He's too massively self-absorbed to feel anything for anyone else. But Brian loved Brad, or always said he did. I can't for the life of me figure out why but he obviously did. I've been trying to get in touch with the original Brian to get some advice or understanding, but he won't respond to my emails. I'm so desperate to understand that I was willing to pay that nasty little piece of shit whore Jimmy Taylor an insane amount of money for sex just so I could talk to someone who knew Brad even superficially. The point is, you've got it all wrong. I'm not like you.

Zack's response part 2: I got so overwrought in my first response that I forgot to tell you why I was writing in the first place. Brad has some major appointments scheduled in the next two weeks. Those of you who want to meet with him should mark these dates on your calendars and plan accordingly. Tomorrow, Brad's penis will be amputated, the-basher's damage to Brad's penis was severe. I've been advised that this operation is necessary to prevent infection and to allow Brad to urinate properly. Also know that the following body parts have been reserved and are likely to

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be heavily damaged. This Sunday, his face. Next Tuesday his arms will be amputated at the shoulders. Next Thursday his ass. A week from this coming Wednesday all of this will be over. Those of you who want to have conventional sex with Brad should make appointments ASAP. As I mentioned before, if you're a big fan and can prove it, we'll work out a fee that's fair to us and reasonable for you. If you're young (18-22), versatile or a bottom, cute, smooth, slender, and interested in hooking up with me as well, I'll consider making your date with Brad a freebie. Guys, the end is in sight. It's now or never.

Message from Brad: My name is Brad Gordon. My friend Tony Villani told me to check out this website and read the reviews for Brad in the Los Angeles section. It doesn't seem like you're talking about me, but Tony says you are. He told me that I should tell you these reviews aren't about me but it seems like you already know that. When I was living in LA last year and going through some bad shit I did prostitution for a while. I lived at a man named Brian's house for a while. I think he's the Brian you're talking about. He was sort of my pimp and I guess I can say we were a couple. I thought he was a funny man and intelligent. We had fun pranking some of the men who had dates with me but now it seems really uncool that we did that. Brian turned out be kind of a major creep. He was always making jokes about how he thought it would be sexy to kill me. I didn't think he was

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serious until he tried to kill me. I took off for Portland after that. When I got here, I did prostitution for a while and things got really fucked up and I ended up in prison for a few months. After my release, I got married. My wife and I have a little daughter. I'm working for a construction company right now but I'm hoping to save up some money and open a crafts store with my wife. I'm not saying things are perfect for me. My wife and I fight sometimes. I've slipped and done a couple of tricks one time when she threw me out of our house, but we're doing a lot better now It's hard for me to think about my old life because I'm trying to be different now. It just makes me feel guilty about some things I did that weren't so nice. About a few months ago, this guy I used to run around with when I was doing prostitution up here told me I got an email from that man Brian at an old address of mine that I let him use. He read it to me, and I told him that it didn't sound like Brian, and even if it was him, I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I told my wife about it and she confessed that she and some other prostitute guys I used to know had pulled some kind of scam about me and that man Brian. I didn't really understand what she was talking about. She said that when I was in prison, she and these guys had pretended to be me to get money. I thought it was a bunch of bullshit and I guess I didn't believe her. When Tony told me about all the stuff going on this website, I called the guy who read me the email and asked whatever happened with that. He said he'd

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thought about scamming some money off of Brian by pretending to be me but he changed his mind and let this friend of his who's also a prostitute do the scam. His friend's name is Thad. I used to know him a little, but I didn't like him very much. I think you guys are talking about Thad but I think you know that already. I never knew Thad very well. He was much more hardcore into prostitution than I was and we didn't have much in common. I was only a prostitute for a few months, and I never liked it. I think I just did it because I was broke and I wanted a father figure in my life. The only good thing about it was that I met Tony and he's kind of a father figure to me and a really nice guy even though I did something really bad to him when I first knew him. Brian was just a man I knew for a while in Los Angeles. We were never a serious couple or in love or anything like that. I've hardly thought about him since the last time I saw him except when people mention him to me. My life is really different now. I can't relate to all of this stuff you guys are talking about. I never wanted to die. I did S&M a couple of times when I was a prostitute, but I didn't like it. People say I'm good looking and I think I'm a nice guy most of the time but I'm not really at that special. Nobody except for my wife and Tony ever made me feel like I was special. I don't know why you guys are obsessed with me but you don't know me at all, and I think you should get a life.

Message from builtikeatruck44: I've discovered a wealth of

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information about the escort Thad. I think I can say with certainty that he's the young man who is masquerading as Brad. This information comes courtesy of a street hustler here in Portland named Trent who is Thad's best friend. He's in possession of Thads belongings and allowed me to look through them.Thads full name isThaddeus Stroh. His parents are first generation German Americans. He's 20 years old and grew up in Alhambra, California. He moved to Portland to attend a local university but developed serious depression and dropped out after one semester. He stayed in Portland and developed a drug habit, then started hustling to pay for drugs. When Trent met him, he was having blackouts and migraines. Trent talked him into seeing a local doctor who treats street hustlers in return for sex. Thad was diagnosed as having advanced leukemia and was told he would die within in a year. I might add that I know this doctor socially and he confirmed to me that Thad does have terminal leukemia. Trent says that Thad's personality changed after that. He became very self-destructive and didn't give a shit about anything. He started having unsafe sex and would let men beat him up or urinate and defecate on him for money. One of his tricks introduced him to the Brad and Brian discussion on this website, and Trent says Thad became completely obsessed with Brad and talked about him constantly. He told Trent that he completely related to Brad because he was also dying and wanted to go out with a bang. He buddied up to some local hustlers who knew Brad

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and started hanging out with them. Trent says Thad was really disappointed when he finally met Brad. He thought Brad was a poseur and boring. He told Trent that he needed to meet Brian because he was better than Brad, and they would be perfect for each other. He would go into internet cafes and post messages on the old Brad and Brian message board hoping to make contact with Brian, but Trent doesn't know what these messages entailed. Trent saidThad's health started declining really fast and he started looking terrible and talking crazily He says that around that time, one of Brad's friends told him he had gotten an email for Brad from Brian. Thad begged to read the email and write back to Brian, and the guy agreed. Trent says Thad wrote back and forth with Brian pretending to be Brad, and then left his belongings with Trent one day and took off for LA supposedly to be with him. Trent says Thad was acting strangely happy and upbeat the last time they saw each other. Thad told Trent that he had changed his name to Brad and told him to look for things about Brad and Brian on this website. Trent says he read the first few recent Brad reviews and it made him feel so depressed that he stopped looking at this website. I thought you'd find this very enlightening.

Message from jimmytaylor: Never trust a whore. Didn't your mothers ever tell you that?! I'm proud of this one. I just got back from seeing that prick Zack. What a loser. He tries to come off all evil genius but he's just a gay clone asshole into

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screwing young street trade. He's no better than every other gay idiot I've ever tricked with, and he's worse than some of them. I'd told him on the phone if he gave me $3000 I'd shut up about Brad and his little bullshit scheme. I would have done what I promised if he didn't make screwing me part of the deal. The minute he sees me he says he wants to screw me too. When gay guys pull shit like that on me, I don't think I owe them anything. I think taking his AIDS cum up my ass is worth more than $3000 easily. So after he fucks the shit out of me, he tells me I'm lying about his whore not being Brad. I tell him, Oh yeah, prove it. Show me Brad. He refuses because he knows full fucking well that whoever he's trying to pass as Brad isn't Brad. I say, Fuck you, I'm going to look for myself, and the fucker pulls a gun on me and tells me he'll shoot me if I don't leave right now. I said, Brad's living in Portland with his fucking wife, you asshole, but thanks for the $3000. Later. I have to say the guy has a nice scam going on. Props to him about that. I almost feel bad about blowing his shit out of the water, but not really.

Review #11

Escort's name: Thad? Location: West Hollywood Age: 18

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Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him: this website

Internet address: unknown

Escort's email address: unknown

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $2500/hr

Did he live up to his physical description? not if you want Brad

Did he live up to what he promised? he did, Zack Young didn't

Height: about 5' 11"

Weight: thin

Facial hair: none

Body hair: none

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: unknown

Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in calls

Kisser: unknown

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: disturbing

Hire again: no

Handle: godsrighthand

Submissions: none

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

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Experience: I intended to submit a very different and glowing review. After reading the previous review and responses, I just feel duped and angry and sick to my stomach. I set up my date and paid a ridiculously high fee in the belief that I would be with Brad. Obviously, I was mislead. If prostitution were legal, I would sue Zack Young for everything he's worth. All I can do now is add my voice to the chorus of attacks on these swindlers and pray to God for His divine forgiveness.

I paid to damage Brad's face to the point of no return. I paid to destroy the face that launched countless depraved, Godless fantasies and lonely, depressing orgasms. I didn't pay to torture and maim the face of some lying, self-hating piece of Portland trash Zack Young offered me the greatest moment of my life and then sold me a lifetime of guilt. I can only pray that the boy does have terminal leukemia. That would be my only comfort and salvation.

Excuse me if I don't go into great detail about my experience, but the memory is too painful. The basics are as follows. After paying Zack Young, he introduced me to the boy I believed was Brad. The boy was lying heavily sedated on his back in a bed fitted with a rubber sheet. His legs were in casts and his crotch was bandaged from the two operations already reported here. His body was very thin and bruised, and his face had the look of having been in a recent fist-fight. Overall, I thought he was an appealing shadow of someone who obviously had been very attractive. Had I

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known he wasn't Brad, I'm not sure I would have given him the benefit of a doubt.

While I undressed, Zack Young sat the boy up, tied his hands behind his back, and laid him down again. I straddled his chest and looked at him intently for a moment, recalling everything I believed that I knew about him. When I was ready, I grabbed a fistful of his long, dirty hair and started punching him as hard as I could in the face. I'm a big, strong guy and former boxer who knows how to hit. My third or fourth punch knocked the boy out. I kept punching until his nose and front teeth broke, his lips and right eyebrow split open, and cuts opened on his cheeks and forehead. I put my hand inside his mouth and pushed down with all my strength until his jaw broke. Then I punched him in the eyes until they were swollen shut, and threw another round of general punches until Zack Young stopped me for fear that I would accidentally kill the boy. I finished off by rolling him over and raping his ass until I shot my load inside him.

This was supposed to be the greatest moment of my life and the worst moment of Brad's life. I would never have done that to someone I didn't even know. I'm not interested in assisting the suicide of some cancer victim. I don't know how I feel about that morally. I was never given the chance to make a moral decision. Zack Young's deceit has turned me into someone I'm not. I wanted a heavy experience, not to have my life changed forever. Consider this review a warning to everyone out there who wants to play a part in Brad's story.

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You: A man with a shattered dream.

Zack's response: For the record, I didn't know or at least wouldn't let myself believe that my Brad wasn't the real Brad until the incident described by Jimmy Taylor in his recent message. Brad's history is built on myths and lies, some of which I admit to perpetrating myself. So when people claiming to be former clients of Brad started claiming that my Brad wasn't Brad, I couldn't take these claims seriously. You feel ripped off? How do you think I feel? I've been living a lie too. When this kid Thad first scammed me into believing he was Brad, I found it difficult to believe that such a wasted, moderately cute lowlife kid could have inspired so much devotion and gossip. But I took Thad at his word because he knew so much about Brad and I guess I just wanted to believe it. All of this became clear the afternoon of godsrighthand's date, and I admit I didn't tell him the truth. I was still in shock at that point. While I don't feel responsible for what has happened, I do want to apologize for ruining the experiences which some of you have treasured by revealing the truth to you now. If my hand hadn't been forced, I would have continued to let you believe Thad was Brad for everyone's sake. It's too late now. The scandal is too big to reverse with lies, however clever. All I can do is tell you where we are right now and inform you of a drastic change in the future of this enterprise. Until a few days ago, I had twelve confirmed appointments for next week. Eleven

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of these appointments have now been cancelled by the clients. The only client who has no problem with Brad being an imposter is the guy who had an appointment to end this whole thing once and for all. I'm sure there's something deep and meaningful in the fact that the killer is the only one who doesn't care, but I'll leave you to ponder. I've moved that client's appointment up to tonight. I doubt you'll hear from me again.

Message from Brian: This is Brian, aka the real Brian, as much as there has ever been a Brian, since that's not my real name. But then I doubt there has been more than one or two real names given throughout this whole ridiculous shebang. You get my point. I'm the same guy you've been talking and speculating and lying about for so long. Originally, I wasn't going to reenter the fray. I was going to leave you to finish what I started in your own strange way and just read the goings on from the sidelines. But when I saw Brad's message, I thought I might as well say hello too. What Brad told you about him and me is the truth. We were never in love. We never even liked each other. I was an evil, heartless creep to him, and he was an evil, heartless creep to me. It's taken me a long time to realize that. I haven't changed much, and I doubt he has either. I was obsessed with him for a long time, and he was into being the object of my obsession for about three months. I tried to kill him, and he didn't want to be killed. He lost interest in me at that moment, and I eventually lost interest

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in him. I have a cute, fucked up mess of a young boyfriend now who thinks he loves me. I don't think I love him, but then I don't think I love anyone. It might work out, or we might break up someday, or I might kill him. Brad's marriage might work out, or he might end up back on the streets, or someone might kill him for whatever reason. Yes, I gave Zack Brad's email address, but I knew Brad didn't use it anymore. The fact that some kid co-opted it to do a number on Zack was news to me, but then nothing about this thing really surprises me. Since then, I haven't been here. I've just been reading about 'us' like you. For what it's worth, I think this whole thing has turned grim and unimaginative. Everyone seems to want this to end in some logical way. I started this whole thing because I wanted to know and feel something important, and when I eventually realized it wouldn't happen with Brad, I gave up. Of course I knew Brad, and you didn't. Brad was just your idea, and I guess you think he's a great idea. He may be a great idea, but Brad himself is just a kid who got drafted into the job of representing an idea. Now Brad is just a name. You don't even know who it belongs to anymore. The point is, this is your story and your ending, not Brad's and mine. I used to wish our story would end something like this. Maybe I still wish it had, but it didn't and it won't.

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Review #12

Escort's name: Thad?

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him?

Internet address:

Escort's email address:

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates:

Did he live up to his physical description? yeah

Did he live up to what he promised? yeah

Height: medium

Weight: scrawny

Facial hair: unknown

Body hair: none

Hair color: blond?

Eye color: hazel?

Dick size: none

Cut or uncut: none

Thickness: none

Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in

Kisser: no

Has he been reviewed before? yes

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Rating: perfect Hire again: Handle: Submissions: URL for pics:

Experience: I'm writing this review because I don't want to be a spoilsport. I feel a lot of pressure to say something profound. I feel like everyone reading this has huge expectations. I'm telling you right now this was about me and the escort. I don't care who he was or wasn't.

I see cute young boys everywhere. I hate that I can't fuck them. I hire escorts, but I hate them too. They act like their asses are the cure for cancer or something. They're never as cute as the boys I want. There's always something wrong and third rate about them.

A friend told me about this escort. I read his reviews and linked to his picture. I thought he was cute as far as escorts go. If I saw him in a gay bar, I would have thought he was a skank. I hated that I wanted him. I hated that his reviewers gave him so much credit.

I called Zack. We met at a bar so he would know I was legitimate. After I ranted about how I hate escorts, he was convinced. He gave me a price and an appointment two weeks from then. A few days later, he called me and asked if I wanted to do it now.

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a nice ass. I fucked him raw. He didn't react at all. I brought a handgun with me. When I was angry enough, I shot him in the back of the head. I shot him again in the mouth to make sure. Then I jacked off on his ass.

I'd agreed to get rid of the body. Zack helped me wash it off. We put it in my trunk. I asked if I could use the bathroom. When we got back inside the house, I shot Zack in the head. I did that because I knew he could identify me. I didn't hate him.

I put the bloody bedding and towels in my trunk. I drove somewhere and burned the escort's body. I also burned the bedding, the towels, and my clothes. I drove home and started writing this before I go to bed. The only thing profound is that I feel great.

You:

Webmaster's message: I received this review five days ago. I immediately attempted to contact Zack Young, and was unable to do so. At that point, I made a decision to phone the police. They discovered Zack Young dead from a single gunshot wound to the head. The police have asked me to turn over all postings, emails, and reviews that might prove to have some relevance to Zack Young's death, and I have done so. They requested that I post this review in the hopes that it might lead to tips from readers of this website. However, based on the evidence found thus far, Zack Young's death

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has been ruled a suicide. No evidence has been found to suggest that there is a second victim or that anyone other than Zack Young has been living in his house during the past six months.

Webmaster's follow-up message: Because of the chaos surrounding Zack Young's death, I neglected to read my incoming emails for the past week. This morning I checked my emails and found the following email from Zack Young. It was sent on May 29, 2002.

Dear Webmaster,

I need to clear my conscience. I've been lying to you and to everyone who reads this website. I maintained the lie for as long as I could but I don't have it in me to keep going. I don't have the imagination to pull this off. I realized that today and made a decision to come clean to you because either way I lose.

The truth is I started this in good faith. I went to great effort to get Brad for you and finish this thing off right. He wasn't Brad. He sure fooled me for a while, but I know how easy it is to bullshit someone when you know what he wants to hear. The first six reviews were real. After that, the Brad imposter fucked me over and left. I wrote the rest of the reviews except for the review of'Thad' from the guy in Portland.

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that he could die for glory. At least I know that the same thing happened to Brian, which is some consolation. But after reviewer #4 broke my boy's legs, he changed his mind. He wanted to leave, but I wouldn't let him. One day when I got home from buying groceries, he was gone. Someone must have helped him leave, but I don't know who. I just hope the little prick does have leukemia and suffers a long, miserable death.

I'll be honest with you. Whoever the boy was, Brad or Thad or someone else, he wasn't attractive or interesting or good enough in the sack to have lived up to the hype even if he had let himself be killed. From reading that email from the supposed real Brad, I doubt he was either. That's why I ended up thinking it was better if there wasn't a Brad at all. Not that I had a choice. After reviewer #5 posted that picture, and everyone grew suspicious that he wasn't Brad, the appointments had dried up anyway.

I'm a pretty great liar, so I started writing fake reviews. I thought I could make up a better ending than whatever would have happened anyway But too many questions were raised by too many people. I had to keep addressing them to make the reviews seem plausible. It just became impossible to satisfy everyone and create the perfect death at the same time.

By the time I wrote the last review earlier tonight, I'd basically given up on the whole thing. I realized it was impossible. Jimmy Taylor had busted me, or at least raised too much suspicion. The postings by Brad and especially

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Brian were the clinchers. I wanted to respond to them by thinking up a great fuck you ending, but I'd cornered myself and I was out of my league.

Still, I would like to pull off the last review if I can. I realize it probably won't work. I'm telling you the truth because my conscience is bothering me. But I ask if you would keep this email between you and me, if you don't mind. At least that way people reading these reviews will feel like they got what they wanted even if they aren't happy about how it played out.

Zack Young

About the Author

Dennis Cooper is the author of The George Miles Cycle, an interconnected sequence of five novels (Closer, Frisk, Try, Guide, and Period) that have been translated into sixteen languages. He is also the author of the novels My Loose Thread and God, Jr. Cooper has also published a book of stories, Wrong, and several volumes of poetry, including The Dream Police. He lives in Los Angeles.

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