THE SLOT: Roger Stone Is Hangry
By Brendan O’Connor On Saturday afternoon, before participating in a panel at the New Yorker Festival, Roger Stone—impeccably dressed, as always, in a pinstriped blue suit—stopped for a piece of pizza. (Sausage.) “I’ve eaten nothing since yesterday,” he told me, mostly thanks to “pesky left-wing reporters calling me and asking me stupid questions.” He laughed. […]
