Ferret walks into @Bar as the Gritty Funk Song Of Dashed Hopes blares on the soundtrack. The Crème-de-Cassis makers of America must have had a hand in keeping this show on the air, because everyone in the bar is drinking kir. Including Annie -- a.k.a. Visible Nipples -- who sits giggling across from Barto. He toasts himself in full view of Ferret, whose look of happy recognition changes to a mask of wounded sexual jealousy. Behind her, the door of @Bar opens and Jimmy Breslin strolls in and sits at a table. "There are a thousand stories in the naked city," he says, "and even if this were one of them, it wouldn't be worth hearing."
Next week: They break down the sets and Simon Rex goes to Skinemax with his hat in his hand. I wake up on suicide watch at Bellevue, realizing it was all just a terrible dream.
To all my friends . . .