It’s Mickey’s birthday today, and TotD loves Mickey; sure, I make fun of him once in a while, but that’s just because of his actions, decisions, attitude, and appearance.
70 more years of Drums, Mick. (Not at a time, though. Do not have a 70-year-long Drums at MSG on Halloween. Now: people are gonna be high as shit, so you and Billy can stretch that sucker out, but seven decades is pushing it.)
ALSO: has Mickey begun pretending that the horse-dosing story was a goof? I bet if he were asked in public, that he would say that he made that story up, and would never feed an animal hallucinogens.
“What? You believed that? I was just messing with the reporter. I would never do that, retroactively. You’d have to be a complete lunatic to give a horse LSD: are you claiming that I–Mickolas Hartbergstein of the Grateful Dead–am a complete lunatic? Show me the receipts!”
SAY THAT YOU REMEMBER!