(Sotto): Vatchi, Jim's realities are stagnant photographs. Is his spaceship just now landing or just now taking off? He is really out there at times. Bring me back to earth, Vatchi. Bring me back.
I couldn't look Merv Griffin quite straight on. Trying to exhale my alcohol-reeking breath to the left or the right of his face. Below or above. I would be alright if I just didn't breathe on him when I asked him to autograph a book he'd written.
Owning Resorts International Casino hotel at the time, he could have easily fired me immediately, or shortly thereafter, before nightfall. .
This was Merv's first meeting with his 3,000 plus employees. And although I would later work with him on several television commercials, this was actually as close as I would get to him. Thereafter, I would know what days I was working with him directly and force myself to get drunk as early as possible the night before, so I would reek as little as possible.... (Damn! how I thought there would always be a way to drink, to get necessarily plastered, yet never think to just not drink that one night before any morning after.)
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 36)
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