Like the rockstars we are, Bell and I had arrived late to my going away party. We were at some joint in the hills just outside of Hollywood. It was a raucous entrance. I was being passed around, getting slugs and hugs from everyone. My favorite coworkers had reserved an area of the bar for the party. Most had already been drinking and were liquored up. Bell and I were bouncing from table to table, talking to whoever for a...