"I would have torn through like a forest fire, like a hurricane, with women trying to shelter themselves, looking to the skies, eyes rolling heavenward.
So yes, sometimes I can temporarily be monogamous."He has achieved this turnabout – fragile as it may seem – through strength of will and an understanding of the delicate nature of his addictive personality.
Only, in Brand's case, as is true of so many things about Brand, it all went further, deeper, more out of control, because once on the plane with his ass-plugged load, he was asked to remove his feet from a chair, refused, was asked to leave the plane, refused, tried to stage a passenger revolt, failed, and was dragged off by security guards. No matter what he does, he gets away with it, just because of how he is.
"If they had done a cavity search on me, I would have been fucked," he says. But there were no repercussions for his behavior on the airplane. He's irresistible and, according to just about everybody, both out of this world and out of his mind."When I walked in the room to test with him," says his co-star Kristen Bell, "I saw a man wearing more makeup than I was, in tighter jeans than I was, and who was prettier than I was.
And now he's back, to reprise Aldous Snow in the Judd Apatow-produced . And to see if America will embrace him by turning him into a movie star or decide he's too freaking weird and send him packing.
"We'll be sitting in a restaurant, a girl will walk past, and he'll kind of say, ' I'm just going to go to the toilet and see that girl.' And then he'll come back and say, ' Right, I just got that girl's number, and I'm going to fuck her later.' And he will.
"You might be as famous as me one day," he wrote in a friend's yearbook. Love, Russ." From there, he spun through two London drama schools, getting kicked out of both, but not before establishing himself as an oddball freak show to be reckoned with.
He took to wearing a long coat he called "the Cloak of Love," which he used as part of his seduction technique. "He wanted to be Jim Morrison or some bohemian character like that," a classmate recalled.
nside of Russell Brand's house in a leafy part of Los Angeles, an injectionist named Sat Hari has pulled back the plunger to load a syringe with a concoction heavy on vitamin B complex while Brand sits on the couch, legs splayed, watching. "It's beginning nicely, right at the nut-bag epicenter, the warm ball-bag rush." Brand, of course, is the 35-year-old comic genius from England who arrived in America a couple of years ago to sleep with as many women as possible, just as he did back home, where five girls a day was not unheard of, and ended up getting engaged to pop star Katy Perry. I don't pretend to enjoy anonymity," become a Beckham-size British celebrity (only infinitely more notorious), and astounded American audiences, first by playing addlepated scene-and-girlfriend-stealing rock star Aldous Snow in 2008s , then by hosting that year's VM As, during which he distinguished himself for insults tossed at the Jonas Brothers (for their purity rings) and George Bush ("a retarded cowboy").
Finally, Sat Hari slides the needle into his arm ("Beautiful veins," she says), and Brand leans to the side."The warmth is happening," he says with a contented sigh. One moment he's a gin-swilling heroin addict who loses an MTV UK hosting gig because he showed up for work dressed as Osama bin Laden the day after September 11th, 2001; the next, he's beaten most of his addictions, wriggled his skinny butt into tight women's pants, dashed on some eyeliner, dated Kate Moss, bedded about 2,000 other women, said stuff like, "I'm constantly distracted by my ambition, narcissism, vanity, desire, lust.