I'm back home. No, not really. Everytime I go back to L.A. I say, "I'm going back home" when in reality, it doesn't really truly feel like home there.
Here is a publicity shot for the Maxim party in West Hollywood. It wasn't intellectual, but it was fun.
I circled me in blue and circled the ones commonly mistaken for me in red. I must go bathe in wine.
