Here’s what I assume happened: some Mexican dude was hired to stick menus in doors in my neighborhood and stopped dead in his tracks when he came upon a Pit Bull hanging out in front of my place, dropped a menu and ran. Ricky took care of the rest… My friend Gary, at dinner Saturday night: “Don’t be offended, but you’re kinda like Christian Bale’s character in
American Psycho.” Me: “Yes! Thank you!”… I attended a casting workshop on Saturday, and before the casting
director entered the room, we were told he brings a “New York
mentality.” In other words: Jewy.
