November 13, 1986

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November 1, 1983

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June 13th 1982

November 1 1983

Did my first corporate gig tonight, some ritzy place in Arizona. I had to sign a non-disclosure. Dessert topping espionage is alive and well. I always thought that people who are in the entertainment business are big kids and that corporations attracted the adults of the world. Not true. From what I see it’s a pressure cooker of high school angst and forced facades in loafers. I play golf with some mid-level guys and the maturity level is hovering around whoopee cushions and fake vomit. I can’t believe their shirts. That night I’m in my bungalow. They deliver a bowl of fruit and a bottle of Crown Royal. Nice. The show goes well. Thank God the big-wigs sat up front so everyone else knew when to laugh. After a big steak I head back to my pad. I get a knock and it’s the woman who arranged my travel. I invite her in and she raves about the show and segues into a dissertation on marriage and her 3 ex-husbands. She’s been drinking. I wind up getting a baby oil rub while she explains how she invested her money from the settlements. Here I am naked and all oiled up getting financial advice while the sun sets over sagebrush. No sex. She splits with a Bartlett pear and I have 2 fingers of Crown neat. I crank up the a.c.