It was literally as if he walked into the room. Not the historical Lincoln. This other guy, this black guy who looked just like him walked into the room, sat down, and started telling me, “There was once a man who bore a strong resemblance to Abraham Lincoln…” and all I was doing was just writing down what he said. It was trippy. Yeah! So that was in 1994-ish, and then in 1999, I was hanging out with a friend of mine, Emily Morris, a wonderful dramaturg, and I said to her, “Oh, I know what I’m going to write about. Two brothers: Lincoln and Booth.” Ba-dump-bump. Ha ha! We started laughing, just like the canoe, Fucking A. Ha, ha, ha. It’s always a joke, not a funny joke, but a joke with a hook, and I was hooked. I was hooked by the great fisherman, and I went home and wrote it quickly, and it was like silver liquid in my head.