Monthly Archives: March 2012

Me and John Lithgow are growing out our beards, both of us certain that it will improve our banjo playing.

Ray Liotta won’t let up about the dream. “John doesn’t think it’s that weird,” he says, handing me a bowl of crab bisque. John Lithgow looks smug. He’s engaged in a heated competition with my sex dream. He’s been talking … Continue reading →

I’ve been having a lot of sex dreams, lately. “I have a LOT of sex dreams,” John Lithgow yells from the other room. Yeah, but these are strange. In them, I ejaculate different kinds of food and have inappropriate relationships … Continue reading →

I missed you, John Lithgow. You too, Ray Liotta.