How out of your mind would you go if you picked up John Waters hitchhiking? I WOULD LOSE MY BANANAS. I’d lay some slavish praise at the feet of the cult icon who directed some of the greatest films of all time (Pink Flamingos, Cry-Baby), wrote some of the most entertaining books ever (Shock Value, Role Models), and curated the planet’s funniest holiday album (A John Waters Christmas), which, much to my family’s chagrin, I sing along to (“Here comes fatty with his sack of shit”) at unholy volumes every Christmas. The man is a national treasure. A national treasure you might find with his thumb out on the highway…