Bobby. Buddy. I want you to concentrate on your cheeks. The muscles in there. Pull them upwards.
“My smile isn’t free.”
Fine, I’ll pay.
“You don’t have enough cash.”
True. What’s going on here?
“I think this is my uncle.”
Nope.
“Elderly cousin?”
Nuh-uh.
“Do I have an older brother?”
You don’t. That’s Chris Robinson, and he is 20 years your junior.
“You’re, uh, shitting me.”
Swear to God.
“Huh.”
What’s in the La Croix?
“Straight tequila.”
Sure.
Chris Robinson is a Sleep Shaman. You tired, run down, need to cop a few Zs (Zeds for our Enthusiasts to the North) or a quick kip? Chris takes your Bags and exhaustion unto himself.
not the claw, La Croix