HOME FOR THE HOLiDAYS
The clock on the cable box says 3:22am. Bernie and Bianca are fast asleep. I'm up wrapping stuff, watching pre-Iron Man Robert Downey Jr. do what he used to do best, carve turkey and horse ride Dylan McDermott who, not surprisingly, is bland; wondering how Steve Guttenberg had morphed from the sexy cut-off denim shorts-wearing Mahoney to the present-day caricature of himself; and realizing why or this is why I'm not home for the holidays.
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