Hey, Garcia. Happy birthday, buddy.
“Yeah, okay, but it was a couple days ago.”
Oh, you haven’t heard? Your birthday is now nine days long.
“Really? My poor mother.”
Women were tougher back then.
“I dunno. I met some pretty tough women in my day, too. Married a bunch of ’em.”
You did.
“Nine days?”
Yeah.
…
“Oh, right. The ninth, right.”
It’s a compliment. People like celebrating you.
“People like celebrating.”
True. Hey, Garcia: what’s it like?
“Dying?”
Yeah.
“Slept through it.”
Right. One more question.
“Shoot.”
What’s with the hair? You like Gene Simmons when KISS did The Elder.
“Ah, fuck off with your obscure bullshit, man.”
Gotcha.
His hair is in the lobby of the Hard Rock LV