I haven't felt this excited or scared for a long time. Maybe ever. I just signed a book deal resulting from the shortest pitch ever. I, John Waters, will hitchhike alone from the front of my Baltimore house to my co-op apartment in San Francisco and see what happens. Simple, huh?
Am I fucking nuts? Brigid Berlin, Andy Warhol's most dangerous and glamorous sixties superstar, recently said to me, "How can I be bad at seventy?" She's got a point. I mean, yes, I'm "between pictures," as they say in Hollywood, but long ago I realized, as a so-called cult-film director, not only did I need a Plan B that was just as important to me as moviemaking, I needed a Plan C, D, and E. But Plan H, for "hitchhike"? I'm sixty-six years old, for chrissake.
--John Waters, from Carsick: John Waters Hitchhikes Across America
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