Back in the 80s, while I was in university, a buddy of mine wrote a letter (yes, this was before email) to Harlan Ellison basically telling him that he was full of **** re: some story or essay he wrote. One evening some weeks later, while said buddy and I myself were hanging out, likely indulging in some form of mind-altering recreation, the phone rings. I pick it up, and it's none other than Harlan Ellison, personally phoning my buddy to tell him in no uncertain terms why he was full of ****. It was pretty intense.
Was it eventually decided who was the most full of shi
t?
