Ah, dammit.

“I’m happy to see you, too, trust me. I took the train all the way down here, and that’s how you act?”

Sorry, Nucky Thompson, semi-fictional crime boss of Atlantic City in HBO’s prohibition-era Boardwalk Empire.

“So you do have manners? That’s great.”

How can I help you, Nucky?

“What is the name of this place? The site, I mean. It has a name, right?”

Yeah. Name’s in the header box.

“Right, yeah. What is it? Could you tell me what it is? I wanna hear you say it.”

Thoughts on the Dead.

“Corpses?”

Excuse me?

“You write essays and such on deceased people? Corpses?”

No. Not the dead, the Dead. They’re a semi-defunct choogly-type band.

“Right. That title, y’see…it makes promises. One specific promise. That you’ll occasionally direct your attention, and your remarks, to the subject of the Grateful Dead. Now, I don’t go to your site, but I hear good things.”

You’re not a Deadhead. I understand.

“No, it’s not that. I live 100 years ago. We just barely figured out radio.”

Okay.

“Okay. How do we fix this problem?”

We murder Arnold Rothstein.

BUSCEMI SLAP!

Ow!

“You’ll get another if you keep being an asshole.”

Okay, okay. How about I recommend a show for the Enthusiasts’ listening pleasure?

“Which show?”

6/22/73 from P.N.E. Coliseum in Vancouver?

“Why?”

What?

BUSCEMI SLAP!

Stop that!

“Why are you recommending this show? How is this a good deal?”

It’s a ’73! It’s a non-horn ’73! You literally cannot go wrong! Playing you could steal a watch to, China>Rider that speaks six languages, huge Truckin’! Enormous Truckin’, braj!

“What did you call me?”

MISTER THOMPSON!

“Better.”

This show is so heady that David Lemieux put it into a box set! Top shelf show, Nuck.

…

“Okay, we’ll go with it.”

You won’t be sorry.

“Don’t make me come back down here.”

No, sir. Sorry, sir.