Hey, Bobby. “Oh, hey. Howdy. Um…where is everybody?” Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Traffic?” The shows are next week, man. “Not this week.” Next week. You should probably still be at rehearsal. “That might be why my phone won’t stop ringing.” Might be. … “Y’see, my shoulder was killing me– Get your shit squared away, Weir. … Continue reading Pre-Game