Casey Weldon’s Bill Murray As Other Wes Anderson Characters Series
I was at the diner the other night around one in the morning all Nighthawks style reading an old Raymond Chandler novel, wishing I could chain smoke, and hoping a stripper getting off work or any other woman of ill-repute stops in for a coffee or an egg sandwich. I did meet a scatter-brained old waitress who lost my order not once, not twice, but three times. And I had the pleasure of sitting across the aisle from a tall man in a trench coat sipping on a ginger ale and eating a large bowl of soup. Guess what? It wasn’t Bill Murray.
Nobody would believe me if it was anyway. So much for the Arab cab driver on the ride home, the Venezuelan cashier at my local bodega, the local bag lady, my barber, and the black roided up personal trainer from my gym all not being, you guessed it, Bill Murray. And so much for anybody I’ve ever encountered not being Bill Murray. I may as well hold a Groundhog Day Pity Party Marathon for myself while moping around the house all day in my Ghostbusters pajamas wrapped in my What About Bob? blanket. Maybe I can heat up that lasagna in the freezer and if I’m lucky turn into Garfield.
If I really want to stir the pot, I could take it up a notch and hop on a plane, fly cross-country to San Francisco, fixate the possibility that I’ll never run into the most coveted man to run into, and attend the Murray Time exhibit featuring the works of Casey Weldon. Better yet, for the price I spend on first class airfare and 5 star hotels, I can buy the whole exhibit with each piece priced very moderately at 250 dollars. Now everywhere I look in my small comfy home I can have Bill Murray’s deadpan visage staring right back at me.
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