Parish.
“Oh, hey, man. How’s Precarious?”
He’s good. I need to know something here.
“You want a Garcia story?”
No.
“I got a ton.”
Well aware.
“And I got a bunch of Mickey stories, but they’re not as fun.”
I don’t need any stories about any Grateful Deads. I wanna know about the young woman you’re on tour with, Katie Skene.
“She’s far out, man.”
Uh-huh. What precisely is her job title?
“Funny story: she’s my Parish.”
She hits people?
“If people need hitting, sure. She’s good at it, too! I think she knows that kung fu stuff. And, you know, she makes sure I show up at the right venue. Tells me if I have a booger. Your basic Parish-ing. Holds my stash.”
Your stash?
“Weed and Coumadin.”
Sure.
“Weed and Coumadin.”
Sounds like my Aunt Glenda.
& Grey Goose