You know that thing where people ask, "If you could have dinner with five people living or dead who would they be?" Frankly, I hate that question. I always draw a blank as though I've never heard of any people living or dead, much the same way as when asked for a restaurant recommendation I suddenly feel like I've never been to a restaurant. Plus, I think it's some sort of test. As though you're supposed to say Winston Churchill and Einstein and Sartre or something. Big names. Big thinkers. Well, I just watched And Everything is Going Fine and now I have the answer. Just one guest. Spalding Gray.
The monologue he must have developed by now about being dead is one I deeply long to hear.