And from champagne to water I went. Six feet of it, actually--and a man underneath
it! Yes, folks, the (in)famous street magician David Blaine was "BURIED ALIVE"
under six feet of water in an airtight coffin on Trump's property at 68th Street and
Riverside. James Nederlander and Donald Trump were producers of this farce.
Honestly, if a man was in an airtight coffin under water for six days (at the time I saw
him, on Sunday, April 11), with only 2 tablespoons of water being feed to him through
his leg via a catheter, I'd expect him to look just a little peaked--wouldn't you? C'mon!
Where was the drama? I was prepared to pour my heart out to the man in suffering. I
was expecting to see a sober, meditating man, pensive and thoughtful of the
implications of his undertaking. But, noooooo, he was just lying there, all
slap-happy-grin-faced under a big fluffy white blanket, waving like he was Pee Wee
Herman on the first day of his new TV show. If it weren't for my dashing and
good-looking date, I would've smashed the glass and grabbed Mr. Chump Card by his
scrawny neck and shaken the magic out of him. That probably would've revealed
mirrors, rabbits' paws and jacks. I might not have been so reactionary, but the whole
thing reeked of flashy showmanship. You can check out Mr. Blaine yourself.
