Jeff? Buddy? “Can’t talk right now. Piano’s broken.” No noise coming out? “None at all.” Lower your hands about 18 inches. … “Oh, that’s much better,” Yeah. You okay? “I decided to try some of this fentanyl all the kids are talking about. Packs a wallop.” Please don’t take fentanyl, Jeff Chimenti. “Makes you feel … Continue reading Air On A G-String