Haha!That reminds me of one time right after I found out I was his illegitimate son,we were in lower manhattan shopping for a duvet when a crack deal goes bad across the street and this smith-Barney accountant starts belching fire from the barrel of his Glock compact .45.Knowing he had a much better chance of hitting us than the quickly retiring would-be-dealer,(whom I later found out was disgraced ex-Olympian and former world record holder Ben Johnson)I covered my recently discovered dad with my body quicker than enron's stock fell.One errant slug knocked a brick loose from building above us which grazed me on the head.The monkey thinking my cover was some ill-timed sexual overture,flung me off and bounced to his feet."What the fuck are you..."then seeing the blood on my brow,winced.
Then he goes,"Wow you better get something on that...grape?"
He's just funny that way.B.T.W. Manhattan is just no place to shop for a duvet.