I just want to say that when I was 14, my dad was doing some tree work for Michael Douglas and he hired me for a night to babysit his son, who was about 3 at the time.
The only thing I remember about the evening was the fact that when Michael came home, he was greeting his son and referred to me as a “lovely young woman.” I just about peed my pants.
Anyway, now this very cute little 3 year old is a heroin addict, and his attorneys blame his dad for his problem. I hope none of this has anything to do with that night I spent babysitting him. After all, I can’t remember a thing.