Christopher Hitchens wanted me to hold his willy! And other true stories!

Totally true. Now that the story is in print, I can tell it to the heavens. Excerpted:

“I must have a piss.” He surveyed the exiting crowd at the theater’s rear. Then he joined them, sending a shout in my direction. “Come on, then. You can hold it for me.”

“Okay,” I replied after a moment. “But my hands are on the cold side.”

“Ah! Well then, you can help me shake it.”

I was an innocent, bright-eyed journalism student out on assignment with Mr. Johnnie Walker Black-and-Iraq himself. He peed; we drank; I got kicked out of the Waverly Inn and crashed at his pad in Washington.

Get the why and how after the jump!

It was all for The New York Review of Magazines, the brainchild of a bunch of Columbia j-schoolers supervised by former Nation publisher/editor and nice old guy Victor Navasky. Other stories:

• Hillary Clinton abandons a Vogue cover photo shoot (and we photoshop her for our cover anyway);
  


• Al Goldstein and Larry Flynt defend sexy photo spreads as patriotic while they bag on Hef;
  


• A former intern recalls how Weekly Standard drank TNR's milkshake over a lying Iraq blogger;
  


• The Washington Monthly cuts corners and exploits child labor, but still can't stay afloat;
  


• And the rundown on which presidential campaigns Anna Wintour, Kate White, Martha Stewart, Laurel Touby, Larry Flynt and (the late) Bill Buckley doubled down on with cold cash money!

To close, here's an official message from my colleagues at the mag: "Link to us! Please! And give us jobs!"