I'd eaten so many salt & vinegar potato chips that the roof of my mouth & my gums & lips were stinging, but that's how I stay awake on long car trips. Eating keeps me awake, & only the most addictive gas station delicacies will do. So I was fighting off sleep on the way up the mountain on these ridiculously curvy roads — I barely made it out of 2nd gear for 50 miles — & there in a break in the trees I caught sight of the moon behind a thin illuminated screen of clouds — those cold high altitude clouds you get in the winter — & it just hit me. This is the same damn moon that Julius Caesar & Cleopatra & Buster Keaton stared at. I'm practically famous just in the presence of it.
— Barry Wilder
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