I sincerely believe your leggings are tighter than your daughter’s, Bobby.

“I put ’em on straight from the washer. They dry on me, becoming a second skin.”

What is this?

“Robusto Bay”

Redondo Beach.

“Ah. There’s some sort of festival. We’re all at the hotel.”

Didn’t you used to share a room with Garcia at the Motel 6?

“I did, yeah. This is better.”

Can’t argue with you.

“Marked improvement in every way. Jer was my brother, he was best friend, he was my hero, but you didn’t wanna bunk with him.”

Sure. Bobby?

“Yuh-huh?”

Don’t ever look at the comments on Monet’s Instagram page.

“You betcha.”