I Slept With Joey Ramone

by Mickey Leigh

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he was in a Jerry Lewis movie, and the next he would be like the prison warden in Midnight Express.

As if things weren’t bad enough for Jeff, a new toy store opened up called Toys “R” Us. On their commercials a creature called “Geoffrey Giraffe” was the featured mascot. Every time the commercial came on, David and I howled, because it reminded us of Jeff. It was good-natured ribbing, if there is such a thing at that age. As we laughed, Jeff would shoot back at me, “Well, you’re Daffy Duck!” alluding to my two webbed toes. “Quack quack!”

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“I don’t wanna do some inferior songs just ’cause we wrote them. I just wanna play great songs, the best songs we can play,”

We had heard that James Taylor’s song “Sweet Baby James” was about the time he’d committed himself to a mental institution in Massachusetts for nine months.

“Remember, there’s a little genius in every madman.”