He’s groggy, peeved, stoned and relieved. They’ve got him so hopped-up on morphine I wouldn’t surprised if he sees Jim Morrison talking to a naked indian in our living room. His haunch is shaved bare and on the inside of his thigh is an enormous Frankenstein scar with metal stitches. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll post a picture. But for now he’d prefer if we keep the paparazzi away. Thanks very much for all the good wishes.