Never Cover for a Con Man
In the early ’80s, I got a fake job working for a fake person — and exposed his house of lies
I was a slasher. That’s how I’d describe my early 1980s self, when I was cute and young and scrambling to make a life. I was an aspiring journalist-slash-student-slash-model-slash-waitress. The more slashes, the more chance I had of eking out a living.