I’m a name dropper.  We’re all name droppers … barking on all fours at the feet of the well-know, people just like us except they’re better looking, luckier, richer, probably more fucked up.

Cheryl Tiegs, the model, you remember her, right?  I asked her if she’d mind if I took my pants off in order to get a shot of penicillin.  I told her to just sit there, but she said, no I’ll wait in the hall.  That was a real missed opportunity.

Just back from the genocide and the phone rings.  I don’t answer.  Later I find out it’s Julia Roberts calling, she wants to come over to discuss what I saw.  A few days went by and a friend told me she had called, but by then she and Lyle had already left town.

Tipper Gore will be there and you have to show her around.  I said…