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High life

My drunken heckling of General Petraeus landed me in a spot of bother

But it didn’t elicit any real answers to my questions about such reliable ‘allies’ such as the Saudis and Pakistanis

16 April 2016

9:00 AM

16 April 2016

9:00 AM

New York

Harvey Keitel, the actor, rang up to invite me to a Marine shindig where General Petraeus would be guest speaker. The venue was Carnegie Hall, and I arrived late having had a tough session at the karate dojo. I was also very dehydrated. Next to me was a beautiful young woman by the name of Aimee, who introduced me to her fiancé, a familiar-looking young man with a friendly manner.

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