Hey, guys. Vince.
“Hi.”
“Thoughts on my ass!”
“Why do you treat me the way you do?”
You sucked.
“You did. You should see the shit I write about you.”
“I was negative towards you in my book, as well, Vince. But I was nice about it.”
That was nice of you, Phil.
“I can be kind when I choose to be.”
Sure. How the rehearsals going?
…
“Heh.”
“Fine. Everything is fine and no one is counting down days until they don’t have to be in the same room with each other. That is definitely not happening.”
If you say so.
“I do.”
“Heh.”
How’s Bobby?
“Conscious.”
“Vertical.”
“Sober.”
“Ish.”
Gotcha.
Along time ago you said “Vince Welnick looks like someone you wouldn’t rent a houseboat to”. I’m glad things haven’t changed.
Good Lord, that mat have been one of my first dozen posts or so.
And an instant classic was born
She’s right, in a way…
It’s not fanfic.
Speaking of Bobby and his current condition: when are you going to start giving us the lowdown on the Backup Bobbys? I mean, there have to be contingency plans, right?
Damn, I’m mad at myself for not thinking that up
There’s an equation: if Trey is a backup Garica, whom does a backup Bobby make?
Does the oyster not need a grain of sand to create a pearl? Man?
Keef. He’s both more reliable and has a more manageable opiate habit.
Years ago I said that instead of using the Jerry guy from DSO, the boys needed to get the Bobby guy, Rob Eaton.