“Hey, Ass! Where’s Fucky?” Fucky? “Ding Dong Doodle.” Who? “Mister Clothes.” Oh, Josh. I have no idea. Has he still not shown up for rehearsal? “Nah, and my accountant’s getting worried.” Not you, though? “Nah, fuck him. But he’s gotta be here for us to get paid. It’s in the contract.” You read the contract? … Continue reading In Which Billy Learns A New Word