“You have to go there some time with me,” I said. “It’s a gasser. They have real rhythm and blues music there.”
“It sounds crazy,” he replied. “We’ll do that. We really will. You know, it’s the same way in Greenwich Village. You can let yourself go there. You can have a ball.”
The conversation gave us a good, friendly feeling, and we knew we dug each other. I told him how I’d been kicked off all those pictures, and how I’d made a lot of big shot actors nervous, and he just laughed.
As he drove off, he looked around and shook his head.
“What a hick town,” he drawled. “I’m going to play it cool. See you soon, Tim.”