January 8, 2003
Overcast and sprinkling (8:02 a.m.). Need to get into office. Deena is in pain from wisdom teeth pulling.

Long meeting of the new partners. Got heated at some points but progress was made. Signed initial papers for the new company. Felt good. We have a strong team.

Rained on and off all day. A production company in Hollywood contracted me to read their script on an upcoming show on the OK Corral fight. I made my corrections (they were minor) and E-mailed them back at about one. Show is going to be interesting. Airs in two weeks.

Boothill Graveyard in Tombstone ordered 26 of my Bad Men books. That always feels good.

Talked to Paul N. in El Paso. He had a seizure, the doctor told him he can’t drive for a year. Ouch! I told Paul “if only the doctor had said you can’t talk for a year.” We laughed.

Doing Gunfight at Blazer’s Mill for the next issue and need to E-mail the expert Fred Nolan in England to go over copy. He’s the best. People ask me how I do my research and I always tell them I try to suck up to the people who really know what happened and steal from them. So far it’s worked like a charm. Ha.

At seven, Kathy and I went to dinner at El Encanto with one of Deena’s new boyfriends, Nick. Nice guy. Ex-tight end from Ohio. Kids are so big these days. He’s six four, 225. It was so hard to get him down on the ground for the strip search, but fortunately I had Kathy to help me. Meal was good. Had albondigas soup and beans ($35 plus $7 tip, cash). Farted all night.

“The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues.”
—Elizabeth Taylor