“Hey, uh, guys? Did we forget something?” “We’ve got our soft-soled hippie shoes.” “And our enormous guitars.” “Sure, right, yeah, uh-huh. But, uh, aren’t there usually people in the seats?” … “Goddammit, we forgot to sell tickets.” “Let’s blame Mickey.” “He doesn’t join the band for two weeks, Lesh.” “I don’t give a shit. I … Continue reading It’s A (Mocca) Sin