Donald Trump: Nobody calls me. I don’t know what is going on.
GG Allin: The thing I like is that there’s nothing really going on so it’s hard to follow trends.
Trump: Essentially zero. And it will probably be worse this summer.
Allin: When I’m on stage, nothing fuckin’ matters. I’m not afraid.
Trump: Very loud, and it’s repeated over and over.
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Allin: Madison, Wisconsin was a gig that comes to mind.
Trump: This one was before Fayetteville. It’s not an arena, it’s a huge open space, 60 acres, and it was packed.
Allin: It’s great. But I got stabbed, arrested many times, ended up in the hospital twice.
Trump: Well, look, I mean, I have to see what happens with the trial.
Allin: I probably have a few more I don’t know about.
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Trump: You know, I’ll be speaking, I’ll be ready to make a point, and a guy will stand up and start, just screaming. Out of—from nowhere, for, like, no reason.
Allin: But what the fuck you gonna do? You survive anywhere and any way you can.
Trump: Right, right. Maybe I’m wrong. Could I just go around so I know who the hell I’m talking to?
Allin: I can’t even keep track of myself, so how can I know about that?
Trump: Look at my hands.