So when I first came out to L.A., I worked at the catering company. We did a party up at one of those mansions in the hills: full of celebrities, and very tall women in very short dresses, and coke. I was standing there with a tray of cold hors d’ oeuvres in my hand and who walked in but Mifflek.
Fucking Mifflek, man. I knew him right away because of all the TV coverage the duel with Chazz The Red got. He took one of my pigs-in-a-blanket or whatever the fuck they were, and said, “Thanks.”
It was awesome.