Oh, so that’s what Grahame looks like under his beard.
“It’s not Grahame, you numbskull.”
Who is it?
“Ah, I dunno. One of those teen guitar prodigies that comes along every couple years. I think he plays the blues, maybe.”
You think?
“Just judging by the hat.”
Sure. You jam with him?
“Maybe when he gets his braces off.”
Okay.
CELL PHONE NOISE
“Oh, thank God. I can ignore you.”
…
“Terrapin Crossroads, home of the all-you-can-eat vegan shrimp platter. Phil speaking.”
“Philbert!”
“Ah, shit.”
“That Baby Levon? Grow up so fast.”
“No, it’s not Baby Levon. What do you want?”
“Slasher there? He no pick up phone.”
“Who the hell is ‘Slasher?'”
“Has hair. Top hat. Used to no wear shirt, but now wear shirt.”
“Oh, Slash. Yeah, no. He’s not here.”
“No biggie. You get liver I send?”
“Yes, and you need to stop sending them. Where are you even getting all these human livers?”
“Only Korean politics very serious game.”
“Jesus.”
“See people on horses behind me? Are back-up organs. Always bring with.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Tell Jill Kim Jong-Un say hi.”
“No.”
Phil has an older brother? A Doppelgänger? Also, when did he start looking so much like Clint Eastwood?
KJU, on his white horse, singing: “went up to the mountain, I was drinking some wine…”.