We found the reclusive Mr. Campbell at a mostly forgotten Bandit’s Biker Bar that fell on hard times when Hell’s Angels switched over to IHOP. Wearing his traditional Levi’s and a navy blue polo shirt, Campbell was halfway through a bottle of Talisker Distiller’s Edition Scotch when we arrived. He consented to talk to us as long was didn’t ask why he left the gigolo business for the low-paying career of a writer.
Newspaper: Do you come here often?
Campbell: It’s my second home.
Newspaper: You’ve done wonders with the place.
Campbell: My designer loves the concept of belligerent neglect.
Newspaper: Now that we’ve gotten the ambiance of our setting out of the way, do you have any secrets you want to tell us?
Campbell: I’m not the same guy who raced cars in the U.K or the guy who wrote The Hero With a…
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