They’re a couple of eccentrics who flirt with disaster instead of girls. Who’ll yank you and tell you, hustle you and laugh because you’re the one paying for their fun. Their magic is truth and lies, fact and fiction, image and illusion. And interviews are just another stage for deceit.
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We did this thing with the Asparagus Valley Cultural Society. At the time there was a third guy, Chris Wier. We had this very kinetically sadomasochistic relationship, shall we say. Anyway, I have good hand-eye coordination and a good arm. I found I could toss half a lemon into his mouth from the other side of the kitchen. Then I found out I could toss it in his mouth from the living room. The way the house was set up there was a 60- or 70-foot straight shot from one end to the other. So we kept trying it. His face got bloodier and bloodier. So did the lemon. And the citrus made it worse. At that point Teller had to leave. It took us about two and a half hours to get really successful at it. We kept that lemon in Wier’s freezer for years. He may still have it.
It means I killed a woman for asking personal questions. I think it was in Reno.
- What does Teller stand for?
No. My dad brought me up to hate sports. And I still don’t play any sports. I don’t know the rules of football.
- You’ve said you prefer porno to the airbrushed pictures of women, because perfect pictures make people seek perfect mates and with porno the women are more real. Who is your perfect mate?
