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Naked Lunch Box

The David Cassidy story

By Robin Green


"Drive over to the Hippopotamus," Henry instructed.
"Aw, Henry, let's go back to the hotel," pleaded David Cassidy, who sat slumped down in the back seat.

"Heeey," chided Henry. "We're in the Big Apple. Let's just see what's happening."

David slumped further in the joyless back seat, muttering his consent. He was exhausted, stoned and drunk, and dizzy from the antibiotics he was taking to drive away a flu. It had been a busy day -- two hour-long interviews in the morning; a press conference at New York City College; a rehearsal all afternoon; a session with gossip columnist Earl Wilson: and pictures for the Cancer Society. Then an impromptu tap dancing lesson in his hotel room with a lady he'd met at rehearsal that afternoon. Then dinner, dope, wine, and now this climbing in and out of the hack seat of a car looking for what? New York action?

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