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It’s the end of the world. At least that’s what I thought last night. I was walking back to work from rehearsal on 30th Street, through the cold, past the drunk frat boys pouring out of the Knicks game at Madison Square garden, past a half dozen panhandlers, each more desperate looking than the last.…

Got hammered last night. The department threw a going away party at The Whiskey (in the W) for our assignment editor, an old school employee of 15 years. An open bar on an empty stomach spells disaster. And it was. People were falling over, breakin’ shit. Some tossed their cookies at work today. Other, like…

Back home in NYC, back home to the MTV, back home to the cold, real world. Been workin’ a bunch, a sleepin’ a lot. Feel like I’m just starting to get my energy back. Ran this morning. The river’s jammed with ice — far cry from the desert. I keep flashing back to California, seeing…

Left Palm Springs around 3:30pm PT yesterday afternoon. It was 80 degrees outside. Drove to Santa Monica where we walked on the beach as the sunset — 65 degrees. Boarded American Airlines Flight 152 (after a Grey Goose martini — three olives — and two Xanax) at 10:35pm PT. 63 degrees. Touched down at Newark…

Saw Kathy Griffin — she of “Suddenly Susan” and “Celebrity Mole” — last night at the Laugh Factory on Sunset. Was whisked straight to the VIP balcony courtesy of my UTA agent buddy James (whose wedding you may recall I attended in Kauai). Ran into a NY Producer friend. And tripped over a live mic…

Sitting on the balcony of The Mondrian last night looking out over Los Angeles, I found myself still debating the place. It really is the epitome of style over substance. It’s the town that gave us Hustler Magazine, bull testicle eating celebrities, and “Howard the Duck.” And yet, there, ten stories above the candlelit pool,…