On Easter
I saw someone hand Jesus a bottle of water and say, "Here, I need more wine."
I saw Rooney ask what a friend's daughter's name was.
"Issa."
"Issa," says Rooney, "That's what they're celebrating in Compton right now."
I saw Harry Dean Stanton eat yellow peeps. Five of them at least.
They had been sitting in 85 degree weather on hot brick for at least five hours.
He said, "what do I care where they've been?" And then he started sharing with the
dachshound who'd been the center of a game called "What Will Minnie EAT?!" for the previous
three hours.
Harry Dean and Minnie are basically the same age in human years. Who's gonna argue with that?