in my fantasy, louis and armand were daniel's brooklyn landlords under aliases and daniel is completely unaware. all communications went through armand, and they would get into full-blown fights about the shitty air-conditioning unit and the tenant above that played their saxophone until 3am (who mysteriously moved out in a single night). they tried to raise his rent in 1999 and daniel sent armand an email that starts out with "how small is giuliani's dick?" and ended with "blood-sucking leech." armand responded with a colorful array of insults about daniel's writing talents and questioned whether book sales were so low that he couldn't afford a small increase. daniel jerked off about it for a week.
(armand kept all of their correspondences)
