Lenora Fulani & the Phone Phrackers

This is another 100% true story. Like Forrest Gump, I just tell it like it happened. If I wasn't there when it happened, I wouldn't believe a word of this crap either.

This is the story of how I met my wife. It’s also a story about two of my best friends in New York city. It’s also the story of how Lenora Fulani’s 1992 presidential campaign was bugged by spooks in government and how I ended up connected to a party line which had one line devoted to listening in on all conversations at her headquarters two blocks away from my flophouse on 59th Street. It’s true, every word of it.