When I got the call about this Gawker gig I didn't really have to think on it long. For one thing, suspended, vilified, part-time freelance Page Six-ers aren't in a position to turn down paying jobs. Also, it's been over a week since I last wrote an item and I'm starting to suffer from withdrawal.
With a little help from my good friend Drinky Crow, a few truth-seeking journalists and some excellent sources inside a certain evil billionaire's bloated retinue, we're going to expose us some very dark shit. So fasten your seatbelts. I've got a fifth of Jim Beam and a lead foot. Anyone know how to drive this thing? - JPS