Things I Learned From This Danny DeVito Profile
“Outside his Malibu beach house, all snuggly in the early-afternoon sun, belly protruding from a half-unbuttoned shirt, balding scalp protected by a ball cap, feet not even coming close to touching the end of the chaise longue upon which he rests, Danny DeVito is working his way through one cup of coffee, preparatory to having another one, and maybe even a third. This is the way he is. This is the way he’s always been. “I have appetites,” he says.”
I’m just like Danny DeVito.
After that, he lays back and talks. He likes to talk. About himself, mostly.
I’m JUST LIKE Danny DeVito.
“…I was coming down the street the other day and saw a possum. Who the fuck cares about it? I want to tell you what happened to me!”
I’M JUST LIKE DANNY DEVITO!!!!!!!!