PART 5- JAY F MARIOTTI INTERVIEW WITH MICHAEL VICK
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by Jamel
INTERVIEW NUMBER ONE- DEC 12- Jay F Mariotti to Michael Vick
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Jay F Mariotti went to the jail today to gather information from Michael Vick, once QB of the Atlanta Falcons and once operator of organized dog fighting, to get his expert opinion on why Brett Favre and Tony Romo killed Tom Brady and his goat with a brick of cheese shaped like a limp dick. Again, Peyton Manning has also been arrested and has blamed Ben Roesthlisberger as the master mind behind the murder. Steve-Anne Smith, next door neighbour to Michael Vick did interrupt the interview. More from him later.
(Michael Vick in prison.)
Audio has been transcribed. What you are about to read is Part I of Jay’s interview with Michael Vick.
Michael Vick: First principles, F***tard. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek? Jay F Mariotti: He killed Tom Brady and his goat.. Michael Vick: No. That is incidental. What is the first and principal thing he does? What needs does he serve by killing?
Jay F Mariotti: Anger, um, social acceptance, and, huh, sexual frustrations, MVP… Michael Vick: No! He covets. That is his nature. And how do we begin to covet, Douchebag? Do we seek out things to covet? Make an effort to answer now.
Jay F Mariotti: No. We just…
Michael Vick: No. We begin by coveting what we see every day. Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body, F***tard? And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?
Steven-Anne Smith: I can smell your cunt.
Michael Vick: Now then, tell me. What did Steve-o say to you? Multiple Steve-o in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?
Jay F Mariotti: He said, “I can smell your cunt.”
Michael Vick: I see. I myself cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L’Air du Temps, but not today.
Michael Vick: You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition’s given you some length of bone, but you’re not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Jay? And that accent you’ve tried so desperately to shed: pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you… all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars… while you could only dream of getting out… getting anywhere… getting all the way to the FBI.
Jay F Mariotti: You see a lot, Michael. But are you strong enough to point that high-powered perception at yourself? What about it? Why don’t you - why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to.
Michael Vick: Mark Cuban is helping your career isn’t he? Apparently he likes you and you like him too.
Jay F Mariotti: I never thought about it. Michael Vick: Do you think that Mark Cuban wants you sexually? True, he is much older but do you think he visualizes scenarios, exchanges, fucking you?
Jay F Mariotti: That does interest me Mike and frankly, it’s the sort of thing that I’ve been thinking
Micael Vick: I will listen now. After your father’s want nothing to do with you, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You went to live with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Boise. And...?
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