“Thoughts on my Ass!”
Hey, Billy. Signing guitars?
“Nah. Drawing dicks on ’em.”
“I draw dicks on stuff. It’s, like, my thing. Drew one on New Brent’s back the other day.”
His name is Jeff Chimenti.
“Fucker cried. I guess I drew too hard or something. Whatever. Fuck him and his hair.”
Those guitars are for charity, right?
“I got no idea what they do with ’em. Don’t give a shit, either. I get a hundred apiece. Cash.”
You’re charging for this?
“Shit, yeah. I charge for everything now. Remember when I worked out with Bobby?”
“Made him Venmo me $700.”
You’ve become mercenary with age, Billy.
“Nah, I was like this when I was a kid.”