Whatever you prefer to call him, Sean Combs is back. And though he admits that he's getting old, he still has time to hang with a dieting Rick Ross and French Montana. They're counting big stacks of money and throwing away the bills that are a little wrinkled. They're swilling lots of booze kindly provided by their liquor sponsors, sporting new fur coats and name-dropping products you and I can't afford. Fine, but what's Gary Coleman got to do with it?