“What the fuck is all this bullshit now?” Billy? “Nah. Down here.” Baby Justin? “Is that my name?” Yeah. “Question.” Shoot. “Explain the concept of names.” No. “This my dad?” Yes. “He a cowboy?” No. A drummer. “Is that better?” Less saddle rash. “Okay. Speaking of which–” … “–I’m back.” You poop? “I did.” Nice. … Continue reading Kreutzmann And Childd