While Billy comes across as a "regular guy," spend some time with him and it becomes apparent that he breathes rarefied air. When I ask him if he still lives in the same house on the beach in Lloyd Neck, he says no; he sold it and moved to East Hampton because the paparazzi kept floating up in boats trying to take photos of his former supermodel wife Christie Brinkley. When the couple split up, Billy sold the house in the Hamptons to Jerry Seinfeld and moved to an apartment in New York City. This, in turn, he sold to Sting of The Police, who recently re-sold it—for $25 million. "That must have been a damn nice apartment," I remark, to which Billy replies, "Yeah, it was nice, but a few million dollars nice, not fckin' $25 million nice!" He allows that his current home on Oyster Bay's Centre Island "looks like a fckin' university," a byproduct of him being "a filthy-rich f*ck." With 150 million records sold, he can afford to be self-deprecating.