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…for flying in all the way from Cologne, Germany (via Los Angeles) just to watch the beginning of the end of America with us! We couldn’t have asked for better company to kick off the apocalypse with!

Have a room ready for us in Cologne… because we might be moving there soon!

Fleeing to Germany,


Want Roxy to plug your movie? You got it.

…AKA Roxy, is a reporter for The Hollywood Reporter. He also happens to be one of my favorite people to hang out with whenever KB works a film festival abroad.

Why do I love hanging out with Roxy? Because he loves to drink. But also because he somehow manages to be honest, clever, and hilarious all at the same time.

Here’s a perfect example of that in action, live on Germany’s international broadcast network Deutsche Welle, right after Roxy attended the Fifty Shades of Grey premiere at the Berlinale in Berlin last week.

Click here to watch it.

It’s been less than a week and I miss him already,


Roxy! On our TV!

…to find our good buddy Roxy being interviewed overseas!

See you in a few days, buddy!

Oh, the horrors that await my liver,


We soon traveled down the wormhole...

I forgot to post this last week… mostly because I spent most of last week drunk.

Our good friends Roxy (top middle) and Clifford (top left) came into L.A. from Cologne and Beijing (respectively) to work the AFM (American Film Market) for THR (The Hollywood Reporter). (PARENTHESIS!)

Before last week, we had only hung out and partied with these guys in Berlin and Cannes. Without fail, those evenings ended in two categories: late and drunk.

I thought L.A. would be different. I was wrong.

They got in on Monday and immediately wanted to go drinking. I ended up sleeping all day Tuesday. Literally, all day Tuesday. Roxy and Clifford, somehow, got up and went to work. I’m convinced they are androids.

Saturday night, we met up with them at a bar around 10PM. By 2AM, the owners were yelling at us to, “…seriously, leave already.”

I love these guys—and can’t wait to see them both again in February when KB and I head back to Berlin for a fourth time—but I don’t think my liver would’ve survived if they had stuck around L.A. for one more day.

Shady: “Hanging with you guys is so much fun! Let’s drink more!”

Shady’s Liver: “Fuck you guys. Go home already.”

So excited (and yet, dreading) Berlin,


Old Poop!