Former Detroit Piston and Chicago Bull bad boy Dennis Rodman (Walk On The Wild Side, Bad As I Wanna Be) is at it again. No, he’s not showing up at any book signings in a wedding dress, but he does have a new book out entitled I Should Be Dead By Now. It is still chock full of wild antics by Rodman, but it also shows that - by his standards – he is slowing down a bit by not downing as many Grey Goose and cranberry juices and easing up on the Jagermeister. But you’re still getting pure, unadulterated Rodman when he realizes he wasn’t having the party anymore – the party was having him:

“There’s one thing missing from the picture these days. A few years ago, a reporter from the New York Times reported that he saw me down nineteen shots in four hours before he stopped counting. Back then I was determined to treat every day like it was New Year’s Eve and the Mardi Gras. You name it – sex, booze, fun – too much was never enough. Since I wasn’t hurting anyone but myself, I figured, “No harm, no foul.” No more. In October 2003, the boozing started getting in the way of some things I wanted to do more that party (I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth). The ‘party animal’ had turned into a just plain old ‘animal,’ and I was in danger of losing everything if I didn’t rein in the beast. It came to a head in – where else – Las Vegas.”