"Dang it man, it's a conspiracy!"
I look at steve, the craziest underground columnist you will ever meet, with a mix of pity and humor. I don't know whether to humor him and his crazy theories, or laugh my head off.
"Steve", I say while trying desperately not to chuckle, "you've got to admit, your story seems a little… out there"
"Dang it Peter! That's what they want you to think!"
I've neglected to introduce myself, I'm Peter Parker, some know me better as spiderman. Right now I'm working with a new columnist for the daily bugle, who has somehow gotten it into his head that televisions control your mind, and aliens are running the government. The next thing you know he'll be telling me Barack Obama is Spidey!
"Pete, you're a smart kid, but your too close minded", says steve, "anyway, I wanted to ask you about some freelance work.."
I perk up, I'm strapped for cash.
"What kind of pictures you want?" I ask, usually columnist want shots of me zipping round the city, or punching Norman Osbourne.
Steve shifts his eyes conspiratorally, "I want you to hang out at this address", at this point he hands me a piece of paper, "I've got it from a reliable source that spidey frequents this area."
I look at the paper, it's Aunt May's address. I try to keep calm and turn back to Steve. "Who gave you the tip", I ask.
"Fisk", he whispers.
The king pin knows who I am, and to think, I was about to laugh at this guy.