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As Mr. Sebelia took bites of calamari and pad thai, in strolled his dinner companions, the actor Norman Reedus, whom Mr. Sebelia has known since he was 19, and Panos Galanopoulos, a fashion art director.
"Congratulations!” said Mr. Reedus, pulling his friend into a bear hug.
“One for the bad guys!” crowed the designer, raising his water glass in triumph. No $500 bottles of Cristal at this table; Mr. Sebelia, a formerly homeless drug addict, has been clean for five years.
Norman Reedus, whose handsomely haggard face looks to be no stranger to late nights, ordered rum and Coke.
The conversation turned to a meeting Mr. Sebelia had earlier that day at DMA. “I’ll crash the car and I’ll spend the money,” he said. “DMA: that’s the real prize.”
The men excused themselves for a smoke, and out on the sidewalk Mr. Sebelia showed off a cellphone photograph of his 2-year-old son, whose name, Harrison Detroit, famously snakes around his neck.
He fielded congratulatory shout-outs from a half-dozen passers-by, then headed back inside, giving himself up to a quick photo for some guy’s sister’s birthday.
The group headed to the Upright Citizens Brigade in Chelsea for an improv show
