Better Now
Posted Mon May 14, 2007, 5:51 PM ET
By Stephen Mejias
When I finally made it through the crowd and into the Music Hall room, I took one look at pasty party animal, Leland Leard, and cried, "Good god, man! How are you feeling?"
He looked at me, a bit of the previous night still trembling in his glassy eyes, and, holding onto a styrofoam cup of matzah ball soup, he responded, "Better now."
"That's good," I said.
"Want a whisky?" he asked.
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