The following article is provided by Rolling Stone.
By ERIK HEDEGAARD
Outside his Malibu beach house, all snuggly in the early-afternoon sun, belly protruding from a half-unbuttoned shirt, balding scalp protected by a ball cap, feet not even coming close to touching the end of the chaise longue upon which he rests, Danny DeVito is working his way through one cup of coffee, preparatory to having another one, and maybe even a third. This is the way he is. This is the way he’s always been. “I have appetites,” he says. Then he says, “Let’s juice it up, man,” and promptly slurps the top off of how he takes it, black and gut-twisting strong. After that, he lays back and talks. He likes to talk. About himself, mostly. But he knows this and is unapologetic, which is just one of his many charms and makes it all fine.
“I have such a good life,” he’s saying now. “I may be worried about, you know, are my feet dry? Should I put some more cream on my legs? This is, like, my big problem. So, yeah, I am self-centered. It’s like, ‘Here I am!’ Me, me, me, me, me, basically — bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. I was coming down the street the other day and saw a possum. Who the fuck cares about it? I want to tell you what happened to me!”
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“Yeah, I overindulge,” he says. “Back when we did illegal drugs, I’m the one if you put . . .” He pauses here. He looks up at the sky. Maybe he needs a little help. Is he talking about what would happen if you put out a couple of lines of coke, perhaps?
He nods. That’s it, exactly. “And then if you said, ‘There’s some in the bathroom for you’ — well, don’t think that later on there’s going to be any left for you.”
And if somebody put those lines out today, would he do them, at his age?
This being DeVito, with his appetites, there can only be one answer. “Why not? A line of coke? What’s the matter? Look at what I’m doing to myself with a cup of coffee and a Diet Coke. I’m ashamed of myself. But if you knew it was good, you’d do a little bit. I wouldn’t make a habit of it. But it’s so beautiful. It’s so wonderful that you don’t want to pass it up. I mean, if somebody had some good acid, too. But, yeah, the bump. I would do it.” And then once again he says, “Why not?”
