When I called him and said, “Charlie, I’m going to go see this quack doctor in Chinatown who gives you B12 shots in your ass and prescribes phentermine, no questions asked,” he asked me for the address so he could come, too, and when I told him, “Charlie, this guy I dated who once threw me down a flight of stairs is in town and wants to have dinner,” he recommended a fashionable new Asian fusion restaurant.
