Another time I had to go to a meeting with the president of the Producers Guild or the Directors Guild or something, and Erik Crary is driving me and I’m dressed sort of like a bum. Erik drops me off and drives off to park and I finish a smoke then go into the lobby. There are these big policemen-type guys at the desk and they’re seeing me there. Fine. Then Erik comes in and I march over and slap the desk and say, “I’m here to see the president!” They look at me and say, “Oh yeah?” I say “Yeah! He’s on the sixth floor.” They say, “That’s interesting. This building only has five floors, buddy.”
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