September 14, 1986
Malibu, CA
We had gone to a big party last night, hosted by one of Greg’s directors, and I’d had way too much fun. I’d woken up and done what I normally did after a night of partying: I puked my guts out. I was sitting on the floor in front of the toilet, hoping that I was finally done retching, while I simultaneously scolded myself for getting this fucked up in the first place. What was that idiom, the one that said the definition of insanity was doing the same t