Just in case you were concerned that Vincent Gallo had, say, slipped in the bathroom and conked his head and come to, hours later, with the intense desire to take a shower, get a haircut, shave, invest in some Visine, and put on a clean, unwrinkled shirt that doesn't make him look like a creepy drifter hellbent on skinning you and using your pelt as a poncho:
That hasn't happened.
