It’s 1994. Bill Hicks is at the bar after a show, drinking a hefty margarita and reading a Noam Chomsky book*. A tipsy woman with big hair approaches, crosses her arms and lolls her head.
Do you ever find yourself standing at the refrigerator when you’re not hungry? Have you ever reached for the one food in your cupboard that is guaranteed to be bad for you?
It's 1994. Bill Hicks is ambling down a sidewalk in a back suburb of Los Angeles. He notices a flyer pinned to a tree, bottom fringed with tiny slips of paper. He stops and stares at it.
‘Learn the lines. Hit the marks. Tell the truth. That’s all you can do.’ Spencer Tracy