We’re still doing the hat thing?
“You’re still alive?”
Why can’t we be buddies? Bobby’s nice to me.
“That’s because he has no idea who you are. As far as Weir’s concerned, you might be one of his daughters. Man’s been befuddled since the Mayaguez sank.”
Going for the deep historical reference. Nice.
“Fuck off. Haven’t I 86’ed you from TXR?”
Yes.
“Then why are you here?”
I’m a rebel, man.
“You’re a twat.”
Phil, why do you have to be so…wait.
“What is it now, pest?”
I sense fuckery.
MY WAY RINGTONE NOISE
Yup. Fuckery.
“I don’t have to get this, but I want to.”
…
“Terrapin Crossroads, where the shrimp scampi is 20% off this week.”
“Hi, am I speaking to Phillip Lesh?”
“It’s not Phillip. It’s Philbert. Who is this?”
“This is Ronan Farrow.”
“Hm. Short hair works for you.”
“How exactly are you people seeing me?”
“Don’t worry about it. Are you calling for Holly Bowling tickets?”
“I am not.”
“Did Holly Bowling’s Hat sexually assault someone?”
“I don’t even think that’s possible.”
“You don’t know that hat. Complete asshole. Shocked it’s not the Secretary of Agriculture or something.”
“No, I actually have some questions for you. Can you fill me in on what precisely the ‘Hostility Suite’ was?”
“I could, but you’re gonna be too busy running from the draculostrich.”
“The what?”
“SHIT!”
HANDSOME MAN RUNNING AWAY NOISE
“Little punk doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”
Good work, Phil.
“I’ll send one to your house, too, dickbreath.”
Always a fun time visiting.
Phil is really touchy about anyone else but him playing bass.
I fear the semi-fictionality is getting away from me.
Was Ronan Farrow actually going to write about the Dead?
I do not believe Mr. Farrow is contemplating an article on the Dead. Just silly skitches.