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4:00 p.m. till? Return to studio for rehearsal in my Fletch disguise, which fools Heart Attack Man for a good five minutes. Following rehearsal (during which Chris Rock compliments my phony Air Jordans), I'm dragged to a chi chi Hollywood Hills shindig with my wife, Tamra, who soon becomes buttonholed in conversation with James Woods. "Who is the long-haired gentleman that came with you tonight?" the notorious thespian asks with a hint of smirk, but is visibly dismayed (and Tamra even more visibly embarrassed) when she is forced to admit, "It's my husband." I continue partying on till the wee hours while facing the wrathful snarls of the assembled glitterati.
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