Luscious Johnny Valiant, the professional wrestler performing a monologue on the New York stage this week, came of age one night in the mid-1980s, when he found himself sharing a hotel room with Andre the Giant. The Giant was billed by promoters at 7 feet 4 inches, 520 pounds, and on this particular evening had chosen to stalk around the room in the nude. After the pair had retired to their beds, the Giant uttered the words Valiant least wanted to hear: "I'm lonely." Still later, Valiant says, he awoke to a loud rustling sound. "Andre was having a wrestling match with himself," he says, "and he was winning."
The last thing I needed to visualize when coming home from work is a 7 foot tall man shining the helmet...
Two hours later they decided to stop at a diner Because they loved the smell of eggs and coffee I just had to smoke a cigarette and wear a hat By the time that they set off again, the sun was starting to set It made the sky look red like a nuclear ray One of them said "what do you want more than anything in this whole wide world Do you want money, do you want sex, or do you want all that success?" I thought about that one myself (Then they came upon the thing)
From, "The Church of Logic, Sin and Love" by The Men
"Does it make a difference to you, as a fan, what status your favorite wrestler is in on the card - when you go to buy their merchandise?" Hell no! "Have you ever bought a product for a B level talent?