Maybe it was just the ossification of habit, but Brent was always stage left. Keith was left, right, sometimes in the middle, once he was by the merch table. OR “Don’t you do it, Weir.” “What?” “Step on a balloon.” “You saw my leg?” “I saw your leg, man.” … “Hey, Jer.” “Ah, shit.” “Y’know, … Continue reading Balloon Boys (And Mrs. Donna Jean)