Finally, back in LA, from Switzerland. It was Covid time. Everything everywhere was shut down. We’d all closed ourselves off in little rooms, terrified of death. My head was clearing up, though, and I was once again in a battle for sobriety.
The pandemic was slightly easier for me to handle for two reasons. (1) It was happening outside of my head. And (2), it gave me a pretty damn good excuse for hiding out in my 10,400-square-foot apartment on the entire fortieth floor of the Century Building in Century City.
My ribs had started to feel a bit better at least and I was sobering up. That meant that I was slowly beginning to realize that I was engaged, lived with a woman and two dogs. Needless to say, I was not ready for any of this. You live with me? We live together? We have kids’ names picked out, the whole nine yards, which is the name of a movie I once made?
You went down on one knee to propose, which really hurt your stomach, remember?
I didn’t remember—needless to say, we broke up.