So, exactly one year ago, I was checking into the Sunset Marquis in Los Angeles to check out. I'd bought enough drugs to not want to wake up. And I said, "God, if I do wake up, eff you, but you better deliver me the hottest eye candy with A-Cup tits and a tan pit bull." So I woke up and I'm like, "Jesus tapdancing Christ, I'm alive!" Thinking this would take a week or more, I go out by the pool, order a Bloody Mary, only to overhear somebody say, "Listen, I'm Sicilian and Irish, I'm 43, born in Jersey, and I don't have time for this! I gotta go walk my tan pit bull!" I said [spinning around] "Who are you?" She says, "I'm a supermodel and stretch coach." Stretch coach? Tan pit bull? A-Cup tits? [Prayer hands] "Thank you God!" Earth angel! Let's go. I love you, and I'll love you forever, and I'll take care of you. You've got rid of all the dickheads and goons and made me stop drinking and got me back to skateboarding and I cannot thank you enough.