…today (Mintz) tells me he is “very optimistic” that the two will reunite.
“We had a telephone conversation last night,” Mintz said. “It was a good and healthy exchange. We are having dinner tonight…I think the world of her.”
Okay, I’m done with this story.
For a minute there, Elliot M. had a nice glow. The timing for a fade-out was good; followed perhaps by a memoir. The difference between then and now… John Lennon’s message of imagining peace in the Vietnam era, versus Paris Hilton’s message of empty-headed glitz in the Iraq/Al-Queda era… And yet, the ties that bind, the synchronicity! John & Yoko, exposing their genitals on an album cover. Paris, exposing hers pretty much everywhere.
It could have had an existential quality. He could have helped us make sense of his strange journey. But it turns out that glow was just a tanning salon malfunction.
Now Mintz is getting pathetic. What’s he going to do, camp out in front of the jail? “Today, Paris continued her hunger strike. She is insisting on a licensed pedicurist, and she refuses to eat any more mashed potatoes until her rights are respected.”
Elliot… Walk toward the light… Walk toward the light…
UPDATE: It’s official. Per Mintz:
I shall continue to respect and support her as her media rep and friend.
And Paris Hilton is just a great friend.