More Words, Deeper Hole

Hey! It's hard out here on the mean streets paved with gold that's NYC when you're a short fellow, whose ego rises higher than the World Trade Center towers in progress! (I think he was living in NYC back then -- maybe I'm wrong. But not wrong about the WTC towers. More than once he in many places like the NYC zines of the time he fulminates about the great Vagina -- yes, that's the word he used, though he'd have preferred another one, which in those days he couldn't use in print -- that's the towers and how badly she treats him, whether as himself or as a protag-narrator, wasn't always clear though.)

And -- why is protag-narrator telling his brother about their early relationship when surely his brother knows it even better than the protag- narrator does?