I've grown tired of Newyork, especially after I threw an entire tray of food out my 22nd story window onto some unsuspecting oriental tourists. I ordered (in my suite) medium medium well done on my 24oz porterhouse steak dinner and they brought it to me medium well! I quickly departed the region to avoid any legal charges. I've hired a limo to take me to LA. (I could use the time to think about just what has happened to cause this distressing change in my life). I haven't heard a peep from Prescilla, perhaps she's back at work now that she has no money. Errr, I hope she made it out of Egypt.! Perhaps I'll send a helecopter for her!