Q: How are you doing, Jimmy?
A: I wish this was whiskey. Whiskey cured everything. Those days are gone. And I don’t wanna be here. I have work to do. I’m not worth any fucking award, I can tell you that much. I wanna be home working on my book.
Q: What’s it about?
A: Who knows? It’s about New York. So what else is doing?
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