Hey, Billy. Whatcha doing?
“Ah, I’m in fucking Maryland in May. Humid. Like living under a fat guy’s moob.”
That is humid, yeah. Dear Jerry, huh?
“It’s about time, isn’t it?”
“People just see him as a buffoon or the telethon guy, but he was more than that. Man was a genius; French were right.”
Jerry Garcia, Billy. Not Jerry Lewis.
“You’re shitting me.”
“So, I adapted The Day the Clown Cried into a one-man show for nothing?”
“Benjy ghost-adapted it.”