As we discovered yesterday, the Oscar-winning Vice crowd is gearing up not just for the Academy Awards, but for their not-so-private, scandalous crescendos, as well! Jeez, do these folks deal with the strain of competition by resorting to their bad habits even more than usual?
Kinda the same way Charlie Sheen copes with the rigors of being the world's highest paid television star by engaging in habits that cause his teeth, cars and sobriety to disappear?
Yep. And you're about to read about the gay equivalent of sordid Mr. Sheen:
Meet Dick Wadd, Oscar-nominated scumbag who doesn't live in L.A. full-time. Therefore, he needs an impossibly snooty hotel to stay in when he's in town—as he has been, lately, for tons of Academy-Award-type events.
And just as Dick's counting on winning the big gold Feb. 27, he's also relying on the playthings that help him survive a Hollywood stay, which has never been one of his favorite things (Dick thinks he's slumming it, really, when he visits the West Coast).
So, Mr. Wadd always has the higher-up worker bees at his temporary address manage a few necessities for him. You know, just the usuals: drugs, male hookers, more drugs and…more male hookers. See, straights like Sheen aren't the only dumbos who live this way! Only difference is Dick likes his boys young and fresh, unlike Charlie, who seems to like his girls more on the partied-out side, let's say.
Indeed, it's gotten so bad, the unlucky employees who are forced by Wadd to do his illegal bidding have gone to their bosses to complain.
Result? “We don't want to know.” Meaning: We value our high-profile client's stays with us more than your distaste with silly little things like prostitution and cocaine runs.
Wadd would have it no other way. The only thing he enjoys more than his debauched requests is the extreme discomfort he knows these arrangements cause the people who provide them. He really is true to his moniker—and then some.
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