Hey, Phil. Whatcha doing? “Posing with randos.” How’s it going? “Right hand’s asleep.” Oh, yeah. These are some weapons-grade randos right here. “They’re fans.” You ever get creeped out? “Not unless they do something weird like obsessively write about my band for years on end.” … That hurt a little. “Good.” You cranky? “Weir. I … Continue reading Man On The Inside