Click here to see what happens, in my new DAVID Magazine column, when I exhibit my life’s work as a painter — none of which existed eight days before the opening of “Corey Levitan: The One-Half Man Art Show.”

The paintings themselves are posted separately here.

Respected Vegas artist Colin Pringle, right, and his strange new student

Me as Hassidic Santa on the cover of the latest DAVID.

It’s taken longer than I hoped, but I’m elated to announce a new Vegas home for my voice. A new magazine called DAVID is allowing me to be me. And look out, because I’ll be doing it all over your world.

A fresh column hits news racks the first of every month. Since my first story is an introduction, it tackles how I lost my job at the Las Vegas Review-Journal back in June.

This weekend, the Nevada Press Association named me the Best Local Columnist in the state for 2011, four months after the Las Vegas Review-Journal named me not valuable enough to remain employed.

Here’s the story, although you need to scroll down to find the reference. (Obviously, they didn’t want to play this one up.)

For anyone thinking this might be some sort of political statement, the judging was completed by the Utah Press Association before my layoff.

In my stories, I sample all manner of weird jobs and experiences outside my comfort zone. That’s not because I’m brave. It’s because I’m not. With my scoop hat, I’m George Plimpton willing to jump on any grenade for good copy. Without it, I’m George Costanza.

In the most recent edition of my column, “Fear and Loafing,” I washed the windows at the top of the Sratosphere, danced as a go-go boy in a gay bar and midwifed a stranger’s baby.

Because of this gig, my gravestone cannot read “a coward who never tried sh*t.” Also because of cemetery regulations.

The gentlemen pictured above taught me how to be a gangsta rapper. There I am in the center, if you can’t tell, making a “C” for Hard Corey. Immediately after this column ran, no joke, police raided their studio and made several arrests. (Click here and Hard Corey will rap for you.)

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So far, I’ve done my thing for Playboy, the New York Post and daily newspapers in Los Angeles and Las Vegas. (Click here to read an article AOL News/The Huffington Post wrote about me last year, and here to hear Howard Stern interview me for a 2003 Playboy article I wrote — before meeting my wife — about hitting on women in inappropriate places.) I’m not going to mention the many awards these stories have won, because it’s not cool to brag about yourself.

To the right are links to hundreds of my favorite columns and videos. (Use the bars beside each item to scroll downward.)

There was the time I skydived with a Flying Elvi member strapped to my back who was, umm, happier than I would have preferred about the experience. But of course, who among us doesn’t know the feeling of plummeting thousands of feet toward possible death with an Elvis impersonator’s excitement digging into your butt?

Speaking of killer snakes, nude modeling was another one for the crazy books. And then there was that time I was covered head to toe in killer snakes that were literal…

Ballerina was a fun change of pace…

And one lovely Filipino couple somewhere out there is actually married based on the authority vested in me as a Catholic priest.

But my all-time favorite adventure was the time I was detained by the Redondo Beach police for suspicious behavior while dressed as a giant promotional character. Clearly, this was a case of good cop vs. bad cup…