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The Defamer correspondent on physical fitness files this dispatch from the Equinox gym in West Hollywood, where a troubled, talented actor nearly plunges over the B-list precipice by working out in the proximity of those further down the celebrity food-chain.

Equinox, Saturday, elevenish. Janice Dickinson looking like some tall Beverly Hills post surgery MILF/matron. Only recognizable as someone from the rag trade due to the wispy, thin, pan sexual, pan-gendered, pan-Asian entourage of one following her around. She was there for over an hour and I'm not sure I ever saw her on a machine. She narrowly missed also pan-sexual Robert Downey Jr., sans wife/girlfriend unit, looking grey and not so good on the cardio machines. Saturday regular Rose McGowan (unremarkable since she's been turned from a gothy beauty to a second tier Aaron Spelling vision of a 90210 girl), ignores both of them as she chugs away on the climber.

Whew. Good thing Downey escaped before Janice Dickinson cornered him on a StairMaster to blather on about America's Next Top Model. Close calls like that are almost enough to make a guy spike his Vitamin Water with Belvedere and totally ruin his recovery.