and i said michael eisner, and he just hit the button and the door closed behind me and locked, and i was like, aaah! but i've been so angry about harvey lately. i really am. it's hitting me hard, because i knew him. and i knew exactly who he was the minute i met him. and i don't know why anybody doubted what was very plainly up on the surface, so i've been walking around like a lit fuse. and on sixth avenue, i had to hail a cab. i once got into an argument with a friend of mine. this is how anxious i get in conflict. and i literally had a nose bleed from it, so i don't do conflict. but i'm waiting for a cab, cab pulls up, driver goes to the back, reaches for a girl who couldn't be any older than you, and he grabs her roughly by the arm. so, line crossed. yanks her out of the cab, and starts yelling at her, you bitch, you bitch and she's crying and said, i forgot my wallet. i said, how much does she owe you? he was like $8. and i was like, really? i said, let her go. and he shoved me, and i shoved him back. and all of a sudden i'm in a shoving match. me! i was out of body, looking dow