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?”
Hell, yeah.
“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.”
No.
“So, I adapted The Day the Clown Cried into a one-man show for nothing?”
Yes.
“Benjy ghost-adapted it.”
Sure.
Now you have to produce the actual imaginary one man show of The Day The Clown Cried ala Billy The K.
What the hell is that growth on his elbow?