A Welsh writer named Phil Bowen has written a play about a meeting between Dylan Thomas and Bob Dylan in the Chelsea Hotel. Though initially produced in 2001 and 2002, it was of course a flop. Now 
its been brought back for a run at the Dylan Thomas Centre in Wales. Through superior blogging skills we have managed to obtain an excerpt from the top-secret script. Picture the two men seated in a dingy cockroach-with-teeth infested room at the world famous Chelsea Hotel:
Bob: How does it feel Dylan, you old tosspot, to be on your own, with no direction home, etc. etc….?
Dylan: Well, not so hot, Bob, you royal asshole, but at least Death Shall Have no Dominion Over Me.
Bob: No, but 18 whiskeys did. Looking back on your life, how many roads did you have to go down before they called you a man?
Dylan: A shit load, but I’m still not ready to go gently into that good night.
We can’t wait for the sequel, where Dee Dee Ramone instructs Mark Twain in the finer points of shooting smack.
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