I have a pretty nice gash in my left hand from when my friend threw me into the side of a car last weekend. That night, we also stole a bunch of those vodka energy drinks, set off some fireworks in the park and piled into a ladies bathroom to, you know, gossip. Then I woke up totally depressed because even a decent party night like that would be a total snoozefest to a legendary fun-hound like Marianne Faithfull. What's extra depressing is that she spent several decades engaging in deeper and deeper levels of debauchery while maintaining an aristocratic grace and releasing... More >>>