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Matt Dillon has the personality of an air conditioner. I might have even stated this if the bastard didn’t c-block me with this table full of models who were dying for a piece of this. Read my Men’s Health story.
Men’s Health has given me the license to get back up to my old tricks. So I crashed a speed dating session at the Downtown Cocktail Lounge in Las Vegas and got thrown out for wearing a paper bag over my head.
Here’s the story and below are some photos that didn’t make it in…
Ok, so now I’m a regular contributor to Men’s Health — at least until the editor who likes me quits or gets fired in six months, leaving me once again lying at the side of the road like a dead hobo.
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To what do I attribute this latest career milestone? Two simple words: LinkedIn endorsements (of course)!
Because I apparently put my publisher out of the book business entirely, I am free to share with you my contribution to the book “Wish You Were Here.” Published in 2013 by the late Stephens Press, it was a compendium of essays inspired by early postcards from Las Vegas. Here’s the chapter inspired by my assignment — this image from the Last Frontier… (more…)
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.
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.)
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 that would be totally uncool.
Hey, how did that get in there? How embarrassing!
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There was the time in L.A. that 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?