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Before we moved into our new offices in Baldwin Hills, our production company, Dickhouse, had offices on the Paramount studio lot (that in itself never failed to be funny to us). Since Paramount is a big shot studio, everyone had to get IDs made so we could get on the lot every day. Well, I got it in my head that I needed a black eye for my ID picture. Sounds easy, right? You want a black eye, just ask one of your bros to pop you real good and, presto, you got a shiner. Many times in the past one of the boys had wanted a black eye and one of the other boys always obliged him in a timely manner. This time was more difficult, as you are about to see. It seems no matter how many times I was hit over that weekend my eye remained white. Well, thank god for my pal Spike Jonze, who out of the kindest of his heart drove all the way to my house on a Sunday night to black my eye. I hadn’t counted on him breaking my nose in the process as well, but when you make a stupid request, boys and girls, you will undoubtedly get a stupid result. Anyway, thank you, Spike. You’re a true friend indeed.