In the mid eighties,high on booze,blow & weed and crusing at about 70 MPH down a side street, in Midtown Manhatten, in my old man's brand new 300 Z,at about 11 A.M., I came thisclose to killing Jack Nicholson while he crossed the street to get to his trailor. He was filming that shitty movie he did with Meryl Streep..."Heartburn"....goddamn did I feel bad....It was really close...