Poor, poor pitiful Fed-ex

The Smoking Gun published Kevin's list of sad demands. Doritos, smokes, Altoids and aromatherapy candles? Sounds like a real badass. Perhaps he doesn't ask for champagne and caviar because he thinks he isn't worth it? More likely, though, he just prefers to chow down on Red Bull and BBQ chips. In front of the tv. In his underwear.