Hey, Mr. Trumpeter trying to make a living, did you not hear what this thing is saying? He walked Bob Dylan on stage in 1975. He knew Grateful Dead in 1966. He has earned the right to call you a talking pile of pig sh*t. You best listen to his demands and stop playing before he goes back underneath the bridge and fetches his friends. Then you’ll be sorry.
I’m a NYU Film School graduate…sucka. Play on, playa. Play on. Also, a famous actor needs to perform this monologue. NOW. Hopefully Peter Dinklage.