Diary of a Delusional Man, Part 1

Had lunch with David Bowie today. I was saddened to see that he has not given up smoking. And he still prefers Marlboros.
"How have you been?" I asked him.
He sighed. "Very tired. Working hard. Iman and the baby. You know."
We talked about his 60th birthday. Then I asked him who the Bewlay Brothers is based on. He just laughed. Sometimes I don't think he takes me seriously.
Then he leaned in and said to me, very earnestly: "Do you think you could help me with my next album?"
I was stunned. "In what capacity?" I said.
He leaned back, drew on his Marlboro, then said: "Producer."
I let some silence pass.
"Of course, David," I said. "Of course I'll produce your next album."