It’s Halloween night. I show up at the Chateau dressed in a familiar flannel, ripped jeans and a hunter cap over my blonde hair. My partner in crime is wearing the trashiest blonde wig, a slip, and a tiara on her red lipstick smeared head. We arrive to James Franco’s room to find eight Wicked Witch costumes, complete with red rights and pointy little witch hats (a favor from the costume department of Oz: The Great and the Powerful, Franco’s new film), and a whole bunch of green face paint. Also, a few suitcases of Polaroid film and disposable cameras, as we are documenting our night for a future book appropriately titled, Halloween. It’s more like Holloween in Hollyweird. There are some random girls I don’t know, James and his producer Vince. Eight wicked witches and a Kurt & Courtney. We pile into a fifteen person passenger van. It drives us to the Roosevelt Hotel, where there are more sexy nurses and chunky butts than could possibly satisfy these wicked weirdos. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Get weird and Happy (belated) Halloween!