![]() ![]() ![]() We got up to Judy’s house, and I had just a little taste of doojee. I said to her, “I’ve got a friend who lives up in the Hills, and his wife is Judy Carne.” Cher knew Judy, who used to be on Laugh-In, from years before, but she didn’t realize that Judy was into heroin. ![]() What’s the topic of conversation? It certainly ain’t singing. She didn’t have shit to say to me, and I didn’t have shit to say to her. We went to a Moroccan restaurant on Sunset, and we sat there, eating with our hands with the sitars playing. I went to her house in a limousine, and when she came out, she said, “Fuck that funeral car,” and handed me the keys to her blue Ferrari. She looked up and said, “Oh, I lost my earring.” Then she said, “Here’s my number – call me.” I was walking by, and she was down on the floor looking for something. ![]()
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