Friday, October 09, 2009
My WeeK WiTH KReG
Where do I begin? What a week I've had with Kreg in the cit-ay!
When Kreg first arrived, I was a little short on cash. We needed some fun money to paint the town red. So I put him right to work.
It was clear when the day's take was a cigarette butt and a Canadian nickle, that I needed to find some other way to generate income. Plus, Kreg was grumpy. "I am a Serious Musician, damnit" he said to me "Surely you can find some way for me to use my God given talents." So I found him a gig in Times Square.
But his earnings decreased as the temperature dropped. So I had him pretend to be deaf and ask for money on the subway.
But everytime a person would go to donate he would mix up the hand sign for THANK YOU with the Vulcan hand greeting and blow the whole deal. Next morning when we hung around Rockefeller Center, I got another idea.
We decided he should pose as an obscure and forgotten child actor and come forth with shocking revelations that involved a stint in rehab and an affiliation with Scientology. This plan worked right away.
He killed it on Conan and Letterman.
Dave said he thought Kreg was cute. So anyway, we were rolling in dough so we could finally go out and do some of the New York stuff that Kreg had been asking to do since he arrived.
And we had fun. Serious fun. Right up until here:
Once I save the bail money, I'm sending him to someone else for a visit. I am EXHAUSTED.
Posted by Lorrie Veasey at 10:38 AM