Rainy Day Jeff Chimenti, # 12 & 35

Hey, Jeff Chimenti. Showing the world your power?

“Just a little bit of it. It’s like the world is a midget and I’m Milton Berle. There’s just not enough space for all my power.”

You refer not to Uncle Miltie’s comedy, but his legendary dong?

“I do. My power is like Milton Berle’s penis.”

I can totally see that. How’s the tour going?

“Same shit, different year. Drummers are a pain in the ass, Bobby’s wandering around confused, John’s bodyguards won’t let me anywhere near him.”

Oteil?

“We’re not talking.”

Why not?

“He re-negotiated his contract this tour. Didn’t even tell me. He’s allowed to eat now.”

That’s fucked up.

“It’s not cool. Uh-oh.”

What?

“Did you feel the rain?”

Oh, not you, too.

“Nope! We’re done here!”

Jeff, don’t do this.

…

Jeff?

…

Oh, good. A new running gag. Always fun.