The only thing missing heretofore had been Mike McGuff—and here he was, stage left, ploughing right past me. I hadn’t seen him since he gave up the column at the New York paper and made the deal to turn his script about the O’Kells into a movie for Dreamworks. Last I heard the O’Kell movie was in development hell but he had done very well by this particular hell and now he had a new house, a new car, and a new deal. The last time I’d seen him he was a slobbering news junkie with bad ties mismatched with bad coats and a belt with extra notches cut out of the leather with a steak knife. Now that person, the guy who got drunk on bourbon, was long gone, and in his place was a creature of the Left Coast: longish brown hair trimmed just so, tinted glasses, a shirt with no collar beneath a snow-white down vest. The bloated McGuff, drinking bourbon, had been deep-sixed by this trim and tan guy straight out of an exercise video.Wow, if that doesn't describe me, I don't know what does! CONTACT: Leave me a Houston or Texas media news tip | COMMENT: Click to leave your thoughts on this post here
Thursday, February 01, 2007
A Mike McGuff impostor on the Internet!
Hey look at this. Someone pointed out to me that Mike McGuff is a character in a story called Drop Dead Beautiful. This Mike McGuff is a newspaper columnist who has lived in New York and LA, likes drinking bourbon and is supposedly a real ass: