  urlLink Andy Dick. I don't care who he bangs, what he drinks, snorts, inhales, injects, where he pushes people around, why he does the things he does. urlLink Page Six chronicles a night out with Andy, where, like a kid in a nose-candy shop, he managed to make out and slap every queen in Manhattan (and even make fun of Joey Fat-One, to which I award him a trophy from the Props Department). After reading it, my feelings were best summed up by my friend Adam: "I nearly shat twice and died. " Odds are Andy probably did to. Now I'm wondering.... Is the Andy that I so dearly love on urlLink The Assistant the real Andy?
I had always assumed it was him being wild for the camera. Now I'm wondering if he's toning it down. Either way, even with all his antics, I find something truly endearing about him. And the sooner he drops dead, the sooner he'll become a Kaufman-esque legend, so at least he can look forward to that. He'll be the urlLink Patsy Cline of a new generation. 
