"Whaddya got- more puppets?!"
He was in my face. There were 7 people from Germany in the audience and he was armed for battle, somehow consumed with what I might do. Why so abrasive? Why was he threatened by lil' ol' me? This was like fifth grade all over again. Oh, right...we're in showbiz. Everyone is socially retarded...forever. There's no growing up, no getting out of it.
We became pals.
He lived on 2nd and A, just below. If he wasn't a junkie he lived like one. A studio apartment, shit everywhere, mattress on the floor, books, coffee mugs, Klipsch speakers that he cranked up. I was in high school again. He thought fast and talked faster. Engaging, challenging, self pitying, angry, always in pain or searching for it.
"Here, read this!"
I took a book he handed me.
"Let's go eat something!"
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