Inside The Actor’s Studio Apartment: The Spinoff.

Pulling into my hero’s parking spot I felt a numbness in my belly. That taste of Pulitzer-worthy talent was a pleasurable and addictive sensation. They don’t call it dopamine for nothing.

It ain’t the first time I’ve entered restricted airspace, and it certainly won’t be the last, now that I’m seriously considering a secondary blog, in which I pull into all sorts of iconic parking spaces and chronicle the ramifications.

And then Aaron Sorkin will decide he must make me the third installment in his Mark Zuckerberg/Steve Jobs genius trilogy. Or maybe not. No bad ideas, people.