“Being a genius.”
Tell me about it.
“Don’t you ever compare yourself to me.”
You’re right. I apologize.
“I did some acting. Went down to Miami. Did that cop show. What was that shit called? The No Sock-Wearing Motherfuckers Hour?”
“Yeah, right. These motherfuckers call me up. I’m out on Long Island. Swimming every day. Hip feels good. I’m strong. I’m masculine. They tell me how great I am. Want me to be on their show. Got one question. Could I act?”
What did you say?
“I flew down to Miami, found the motherfucker said that dumb shit to me, and punched him in his Jew nose. Might have been an Italian nose. Maybe Greek. Big motherfucker. Then I pissed on him in front of his coworkers. You can’t take no shit from these Hollywood motherfuckers.”
“They got me playing a pimp. Got a cane and shit. I asked the producer why I couldn’t be playing a doctor. Father was a fucking dentist, I can’t be a doctor? I became angry.”
Did you hit him with the cane?
Yeah. Other than that, how’d it go?
“Shit, acting is fucking easy. It’s just lying.”
And standing in the right place.
“They’re obsessed with that shit. Wanna thank you for hooking me up with your boy. We getting along.”
Josh? Oh, no. You two are friends now? And going on adventures?
“We ain’t friends. We have a relationship.”
Oh, no. What’s happened here?
“You may answer, bitch.”
“I have been turned out.”
Oh, this is not what I wanted to happen.”
“And yet it did. Miles Da–”
“What the fuck you call me?”
“–Daddy has claimed me as his bitch and is now earning off my ass.”
I’m sorry, buddy. Why are you dressed like that?
“Did you know there were Furry marathoners?”
“There are. And nine of them just jerked off on me.”
“And paid you for it! Bring me my fucking money.”
I didn’t intend this.