Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“You, uh, know that song If I Had A Hammer?”
Sure.
“I’d hammer in the morning, I’d hammer in the evening, et cetera?”
I know the song.
“There you go. I’m just seeing if it’s feasible.”
Is it?
“Well, so far I’ve hammered in the evening.”
Okay.
“And, uh, we’ll see tomorrow if I can…did you feel that?”
What?
“Rain drop.”
Drop top.
“No, I’m serious.”
A little rain never hurt any–
“I’m calling it.”
–one. Calling what?
…
Bobby?
…
Bobby, where’d you go?
…
Oh, what the fuck?
Channeling the spirit of Cowboy Neal.