A friend calls: "You’ve got a beard down to your knees. You walk around with your feet in tissue boxes. You’re afraid of germs so you pee into empty Manischevitz bottles. You’re afraid to leave your hovel.
"I’m coming over at 3:30 am and we’re driving to Forest Lawn and digging up Cathy Seipp’s remains and mixing them with some of your DNA and then we’ll say some prayers and make a golem."
