“The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald or Thackeray. Teenagers acting like adults, adults acting like teenagers. Guarding secrets, spreading gossip; all with the trappings of truly opulent wealth. And membership in this community was so elite you couldn’t even buy you way in, it was a birthright. A birthright I didn’t have. And my greatest achievements would never earn me. All I had to compare to this world is what I read in books, but that gave me the idea. If I wasn’t born into this world, maybe I could write myself into it. I’d overheard enough conversations to be able to mimic the language of the Constance girls but every write needs his muse. And it wasn’t until that photo of Serena in the white dress that I knew I had something strong enough to actually create a legend and launch a web site. Within weeks, I was getting dozens of e-mails with stories about Upper East Siders so I posted them anonymously. And then I got more. Before Ion, it was a monster. Everyone was sending tips. And when Serena came back from boaring school, I wrote my first post about me.
Lonely Boy: the outsider, the underdog.
I might have been a joke but at least people were talking about me.”
