I JUST finished watching it on Netflix, and it was surpringly good. I was thrown off it for quite a while by it’s soft-core porn-promising title, but was pleasantly surprised to find a heart of substance beating beneath the lean, taut, belly and pecs of Kirill Emelyanov, the Eastern boy of the title.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.