Last night's dreaming it was I alone with Jenny McCarthy. Some bad ideas had me hanging by my fingertips from her yacht window. Saved myself Violette Szabo-fashion. Made it to dry land and Mike Tyson drove me off in a leased silver Lambo. He's insufferable! Carelessness, chit-chattering as he ran over two officers ala Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu. Phone problems. I was unable to get off one selfie of the sordid affair.