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Baby, Let’s Play House

“AH GOT ANOTHER ONE!”

Elvis, give all the kids back.

“THEY MINE NOW! ELVIS IS FOR THE CHILDREN.”

That’s Wu-Tang.

“ELVIS IS IN TH’ WU-TANG CLAN.”

You are not.

“WHEN YOU GETTIN’ TO THOUGHTS ON THE KING, MAN? GONNA WRITE ALL FANCY ‘BOUT ME? THEM BIG OL’ LONG SENTENCES YOU LIKE? TALKIN’ ‘BOUT AMERICA AND WHATNOT?”

I do like talking about America and whatnot.

“YOU GOTTA SCHTICK, MAN.”

Thank you.

“YOU LIKE THAT WORD THERE? ‘SCHTICK.’ AH LEARNED IT IN HOLLYWOOD.”

I figured.

“FROM JEWS.”

Got it.

“PLACE IS LOUSY WITH ‘EM.”

Sure. Who’s the baby?

“AH DO NOT KNOW. PEOPLE HAND ME THEIR BABIES.”

Why?

“AH’M ELVIS, MAN.”

Yeah, okay.

Fair-Leather Friends

“SOMEONE DONE GAVE ME A YOUNG BOY.”

Oh, not two days in a row.

“AH HAVE ALREADY BEGUN TO RAISE HIM IN THE TRADITIONAL PRESLEY FASHION.”

Which is?

“AH PULLED HIM OUTTA SCHOOL AND BOUGHT HIM PROSTITUTES OF VARYING ETHNICITIES.”

That’s not how you raise a kid.

“HOW ELSE WILL HE KNOW HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO A CHICANA?”

That kid shouldn’t be making love to anything or anyone. He should be asking Santa for a Red Ryder BB gun.

“BB GUN? HELL, NAW. GOT HIM AN UZI.”

Please stop buying weapons and whores for children, Elvis.

“AH NEED A MALE HEIR. SOMEONE MUST CONTINUE MAH NAME, AND ALL OF MAH PHILANTHROPIC EFFORTS.”

What philanthropic efforts?

“EMPLOYING CHARLIE HODGE.”

Sure.

“NOT A LOTTA PEOPLE C’N AFFORD A FULL-TIME SCARF-AND-WATER MAN.”

Elvis?

“YEAH?”

King?

“UH-HUH?”

That kid looks fucking terrified.

“WHA?”

“OH, NO! YOU RIGHT, BOY! AH MUST HAVE GIVEN HIM MAH HEEBIE-JEEBIES!”

Not a thing.

“SOMEONE CALL DR. NICK.”

NO! Do NOT call Dr. Nick.

“DR. NICK IS A LICENSED PEDIATRICIAN.”

He is not. Not at all.

“DRIVER’S LICENSE COUNTS.”

Elvis, we need to take a break.

“YOU’LL BE BACK.”

I know.

Bring Me The Head Of Hairy Garcia

“BRING ME HAIRY GARCIA, THAT AH MAY KARATE HIM.”

Oh, right: that’s how this started. The picture of the Dead at Graceland.

“HOW MANY MARTIAL ARTS DOES HAIRY GARCIA KNOW?”

Zero.

“THEN AH WILL ACCEPT HIM AS MAH STUDENT. AH WILL TEACH HIM THE WAYS OF THE FIST, THE FOOT, AND HOW TO TOSS THEM THROWIN’ STARS REAL GOOD. AH CAN KILL A WATERMELON AT FIFTY PACES.”

Wow.

“AH AM VERY TALENTED AT EVERYTHIN’ AH DO. EVERYONE AH EMPLOY TELLS ME SO.”

That sounds healthy.

“HAIRY GARCIA WILL TRAIN WITH ME IN MAH PRIVATE DOJO.”

Elvis, he almost certainly won’t do that. I’m sure he’d like to meet you, but he isn’t a “training in the dojo” sort of guy.

“HE WILL CALL ME ‘SENSEI’ AND PREPARE THE RICE, WHICH HE WILL THEN DISPOSE OF AN’ BRING ME SOME CHICKEN-FRIED PEANUT BUTTER SAN’WICHES.”

So why does he have to make the rice?

“YOU EVER SEE A KARATE MOVIE WHERE THE STUDENT DON’ GOTTA MAKE THE RICE?”

True. Garcia will not do any of this.

“HE WILL LEARN FROM ME KARATE, AND JUDO, AND KUNG FU. ALL THE WAYS THE DIFF’RENT TYPES OF CHINESE DONE FIGURED OUT HOW TO KICK EACH OTHER WITH.”

What are “different types of Chinese?”

“JAPANESE, KOREAN”

Those are separate countries.

“SAME HAIRCUT.”

You’re horrible.

“AH WILL SHARE WITH HAIRY GARCIA THE SECRET MARTIAL ARTS OF WHICH AH AM THE ONLY WHITE MAN TO KNOW! WE WILL START WITH ZHU JONG”

What’s that?

“YOU WHACK TH’ CRAP OUTTA PEOPLE WITH BAMBOO POLES. AH WILL ALSO INTRODUCE HIM TO INDONESIAN TOOTH-FIGHTING.”

What’s that?

“THASS WHEN YOU BITE ON A SUMBITCH. NOMNOMNOM.”

That’s not a real thing.

“AH HAVE THREE BLACK BELTS IN THE DISCIPLINE.”

Sure.

“THERE WILL ALSO BE WEAPONS TRAINING.”

What kind of weapons do you prefer, Elvis?

“AH LIKE TELLIN’ SONNY AND RED TO BEAT PEOPLE UP.”

I guess that counts.

The Capeman

“AH AM A FRILLED LIZARD.”

I can’t keep talking to you all night.

“YOU ‘BOUT TO GET SOME VENOM SPIT IN YOUR EYE.”

Frilled lizards don’t do that.

“WHAT’M AH THINKIN’ ABOUT?”

The dinosaur that eats Newman in Jurassic Park.

“AH AM THAT REPTILE AS WELL. ELVIS IS ALL THE REPTILES.”

What the hell are you on?

“IT AIN’T SO MUCH TH’ INGREDIENTS AS IT IS TH’ COMBINATION. AH GOT A LOTTA THINGS BOUNCIN’ OFF EACH OTHER IN HERE, MAN.”

Seriously, what is Dr. Nick giving you now?

“THE DOC CALLS IT ‘V’ THERAPY.”

V-therapy?

‘VICODIN, VALIUM, AND VIRGINS.”

How is the treatment going?

“AH WANT TO GIVE IT A FEW MORE WEEKS BEFORE MAKING A JUDGEMENT.”

Sure. Elvis, get rid of Dr. Nick.

“NEVER. DR. NICK WILL ALWAYS BE MAH CHIEF PHYSICIAN.”

Chief?

“UH-HUH.”

How many doctors–

“A TEAM OF SEVENTEEN.”

–do you have? What? Seventeen doctors? That’s a hospital’s worth in some countries.

“AH AM A VERY SICK MAN.”

What is it that you have?

“HEEBIE-JEEBIES.”

That’s not a thing, and it certainly doesn’t require seventeen doctors.

“THERE ARE ALSO SEVERAL CROTCH-BASED MALADIES SWIMMING WITHIN ME.”

Well, I assumed. Still: seventeen? Who are they?

“DR. NICK LEADS THE TEAM. DR. GARY CONSULTS VIA SKYPE.”

Stay off the internet.

“ISS A VALUABLE DAMN TOOL FOR COMMUNICATIN’!”

Still.

“DR. VIC IS ALSO ON TH’ TEAM.”

Who’s he?

“DR. NICK INNA FAKE MUSTACHE.”

Sure.

“HE THINKS AH DON’ KNOW.”

All of this sounds plausible. Who else?

“GERMAN FELLA. REAL INNERESTED IN TH’ FACT AH AM A TWIN.”

Yeah, that’s Dr. Mengele. Fire him.

“THERE IS ALSO DR. ACULA.”

That’s Dracula.

“AH SEE IT NOW.”

Great.

“IT WOULD EXPLAIN ALL TH’ BLOOD HE LIKES TO TAKE.”

Fire him, too.

“BUT HE KEEPS THE SAME HOURS AS AH DO.”

You have terrible taste in people.

Office, Sweet

This is Elvis’ desk from the upstairs office at Graceland, and you might think it’s perfect: there is a ceramic dog like the kind Wheel of Fortune used to make winners buy instead of giving them cash, and an organ so Elvis may praise Him whenever the urge strikes.

There are also two books on karate.

So how could it get better? What could improve this view?

Reversing it:

You think the King got all pilled-up and sat there pretending to be a pilot? I think the King got all pilled-up and sat there pretending to be a pilot. You think he made the noises? I think he made the noises.

“VRROOOM.”

Oh, go away.

“AH SEE YOU HAVE ACCESSED THE GRACELAND LIBRARY.”

This is the worst collection of books I’ve ever seen.

“ALL FIRST EDITIONS, ‘CLUDING THAT THERE BIBLE.”

It is not.

“MAH VAST COLLECTION ENCOMPASSES ALL MAH INTERESTS: POWER, JESUS, ALIENS, AN’ KARATE. IF JESUS OR CHURCHILL HAD DONE LEARNED THEYSELF SOME KARATE, THEN AH WOULD HAVE FAR FEWER BOOKS.”

Consolidation.

“OF COURSE, THERE IS ALSO A BACKROOM TO THE LIBRARY OF GRACELAND.”

What’s in there?

“ALL MAH SMUT.”

Sure.

“STAG FLICKS. DIRTY PLAYIN’ CARDS. AH GOT PITCHERS OF GIRLS WITH BIG OL’ TITTIES, AND GIRLS WITH BARELY NO TITTIES AT ALL. SEVERAL PAIRS OF ANN MARGARET’S TIGHTS ARE IN MAH POSSESSION.”

You wash ’em?

“HELL, NAW. THEY STINK REAL PRETTY. PLUS AH GOT ME A TELEPHONE RECEIVER AH STUCK INTO ANGIE DICKINSON.”

Elvis, that’s just weird.

“DID’N WASH THAT, NEITHER.”

Ew. Can we stop talking about your pornography–

“EROTICA.”

–and discuss what is going on here with this desk?

“THIS HERE IS MISSION CONTROL. AH SIT BEHIND THIS DESK AN’ AH CAN CONTROL ALL DOINGS AT GRACELAND. THE THERMOSTAT IS TO MAH LEFT. THE GATES CAN OPEN AN’ CLOSE WITH A FLICK OF MY BEJEWELED FINGER. THERE IS ALSO A PEN.”

I see the pen.

“WRITES REAL GOOD.”

Sure.

“ALL SMOOTH-LIKE. NOTHIN’ LIKE A GOOD PEN, MAN.”

What do you write?

“MAH NAME OVER AN’ OVER.”

Uh-huh.

“AH AM ALSO A DOODLER. AH C’N DO A REAL SWEET HELICOPTER.”

You’ll have to show me one day. What’s that thing in the middle?

“THASS A SCREEN. TEEVEE, SON. GOT ME A TEEVEE IN MAH DESK.”

Why?

“BECAUSE AH’M ELVIS.”

Okay.

“AH ENJOY THAT FRIENDS SHOW. WATCH THE RERUNS ON THE NETFLIX.”

What?

GodDAMMIT, who gave you a Time Sheath?

“FIRSS OF ALL, DON’T YOU BLASPHEME ‘ROUND A MAN OF GOD.”

You’re a minister?

“AH HAVE WELL OVER TWO HUN’RED HONORARY DOCTORATES IN DIVINITY. AH AM ALSO A POLICE OFFICER IN 45 COUNTIES.”

Sorry.

“AN’ SECOND: AH AIN’T GOT NO TIME SHEATH.”

Then how are you watching Netflix?

“AH HAVE A TIME CAPE.”

Goddammit.

“AH WARNED YOU ‘BOUT THAT, BOY! BOOKS AIN’T THE ONLY ONES KNOW KARATE IN THIS OFFICE!”

Sorry.

For Elvis In Blue Jeans

What the hell is this?

“ALL OF MAH CAPES ARE AT THE DRY CLEANERS.”

Occupational hazard.

“THIS IS CHARLIE HODGE’S BED.”

You mean his blanket.

“NEVER CORRECT YOUR KING! THIS IS CHARLIE HODGE’S ENTIRE BEDDING! AH MAKE HIM SLEEP ON THE FLOOR AT THE TOP OF THE STEPS.”

Sounds right.

“HE DEFENDS MAH HOME OF GRACELAND AGAINST INCURSION BY COMMUNIST OR ALIEN. PLUS, SOMETIMES MAH SHIFTY, SMELLY, WALL-EYED, THREE-BALLED CHICKEN-RAPIST OF A DADDY–”

Vernon.

“–VERNON DONE TRIPS OVER CHARLIE HODGE, AND FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. THIS AMUSES THE KING.”

You have an earthy sense of humor.

“AH AM A KING OF THE PEOPLE.”

Right. Wow, those are big bell-bottoms.

“AH HAVE MANY GUNS IN MY PANTS.”

Oh.

CELL PHONE NOISE

Is that you?

“AH DO NOT CARRY A CELL PHONE. THEM THINGS SHOOT JEWISH BEAMS INTO YOUR SKULL.”

I heard that. Must be me. Lemme answer this.

“IF THASS THE PHARMACY, TELL ‘EM TO SEND OVER THE USUAL.”

Okay.

Hello?

“You doing Thoughts on the King now?”

Oh. Hello, Mayer.

“So, how you been?”

Good.

“You don’t wanna ask me how–”

Eh.

“–I’ve been? Wow. Rude. And I’ve been so busy: so many wonderful new career firsts.”

Why are you sweaty?

“Another first. I tried crystal meth tonight.”

Yeah?

“I really like it. Have any states legalized recreational meth use?”

There’s no such thing as “recreational” meth use.

“Great, awesome. So, you know: I heard that Elvis and Katy had showed up.”

Yup.

“And I just figured there’d be a part for me. Something crazy, one of your little adventures.”

Nope.

“You’re being kind of a dick, man.”

Well, I’m sorry, John: you’re four months early. When Summer Tour rolls around, I’ll pay attention to you and your outfits; not now.

“Jesus.”

You want me to lie to you?

“What does Elvis say?”

About what?

“Me. Being in the storyline.”

What storyline? There’s nothing happening. There’s no plot.

“That’s never stopped you before. I want in. Ask the King.”

Fine. Elvis?

BANG!

BANG!

Holy shit! Did you just shoot at me?

“YOU HAVE THE KING’S APOLOGIES. AH DID NOT MEAN TO FIRE UPON YOU. I WAS LETTIN’ LOOSE A MIGHTY KICK OF KARATE WHEN ONE OF THE GUNS IN MY BELL-BOTTOMS WENT OFF BY ACCIDENT

There were two shots.

“AH ALSO SHOT AT YOU ON PURPOSE.”

Goddammit, Elvis, you can’t shoot at people.

“THASS WHERE YOU’RE WRONG: AH SHOOT AT PEOPLE ALL THE DAMN TIME. IT IS CALLED NOBLES OBLIGE. MEANS AH C’N DO WHATEVER AH WANT.”

No, it means the opposite of that.

“AH WILL CONTINUE FIRING PISTOLS AT PEOPLE WHO DISPLEASE AND/OR STARTLE ME.”

Great, okay, whatever. Hey, John Mayer’s being a pain in the ass. You want him in the storyline?

“WHO?”

Josh Meyers.

“PASS.”

Okee-doke. You hear that, John?

“Aw.”

She Comes Back To Tell Me He’s Gone

“WHERE’D THAT HAIRY GARCIA GO? AH JUST SAW HIM.”

He left the building, Elvis.

“THASS MAH ROUTINE! NO ONE ELSE MAY LEAVE BUILDINGS!”

I don’t know what to tell you.

“RETRIEVE HIM. BRING HIM BEFORE HIS KING, SO AH C’N KARATE HIM.”

Don’t karate anyone, King.

“IF HE IS INJURED, AH WILL HAVE DR. NICK ATTEND TO HIM.”

Holy shit, do not introduce Dr. Nick to Garcia.

“THE FACT REMAINS THAT HAIRY GARCIA WAS IN MY HOME, AND AH WAS NOT ALERTED. JOE ESPOSITO WILL BE FIRED FOR THIS AFFRONT.”

Why him?

“EVERY YEAR ON HIS BIRTHDAY, AH BUY JOE ESPOSITO A NEW CADILLAC AND TELL HIM ‘IF THE GRATEFUL DEAD SHOWS UP, THEN YOU COME GET ME EVEN IF AH’M DEAD.'”

Oh. Well, yeah: you have to fire him.

“HE HAD ONE JOB.”

What happens if a Rolling Stone shows up?

“RED WEST ALERTS ME. HIS BROTHER SONNY IS ON BEATLE DUTY. AH HAVE A SYSTEM.”

You’ve really thought this through.

“AH AM THE KING.”

You really are.

“THIS IS AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ME. WAS HAIRY GARCIA TREATED AS A GUEST IN MAH HOME SHOULD BE TREATED? WAS HE OFFERED REFRESHMENTS, SUCH AS A POUND OF BACON OR A HALF-DOZEN NEMBUTAL?”

Neither of those things are refreshments. Consuming either would make you feel the exact opposite of refreshed.

“WERE MAH BEAUTIFUL POSSESSIONS SHOWN TO HIM?”

He probably wouldn’t have been into that.

“MOST OF MAH POSSESSIONS ARE GUNS AND COMIC BOOKS.”

I take it back: Garcia would have loved that.

“AH KNEW IT! DAMN YOU, JOE ESPOSITO.”

Sorry, King.

“AH WILL KARATE WITH HAIRY GARCIA. IT IS MAH DESTINY. MANY GYPSIES HAVE PREDICTED THIS EVENT AFTER AH MENTIONED TO THEM THAT AH WANTED TO DO IT.”

Shocker.

“AH MUST REACH OUT TO THESE GRATEFUL DEADS. WHO CAN AH EMPLOY AS A GO-BETWEEN THAT KNOWS BOTH ME AND THEM?”

Oh, there’s Ronnie Tutt and Mrs. Donna–

“AH KNOW WHO AH WILL CALL.”

No, not her.

“I got your text, Elvis. I’m here to help, and be part of a storyline to warm up for Summer Tour.”

“WELCOME TO GRACELAND, MIZ KATYDOODLE. MAY AH OFFER YOU FRIED CHICKEN AND BARBITURATES?”

“I’m on a diet: just the pills, please.”

Dammit.

You Don’t Wanna Go Raga

Okay, Enthusiasts, we have some answers. Not all, but some.

This picture that I posted yesterday is indeed Graceland: this is in the backyard where Elvis, his stillborn twin Jesse, and their parents are buried. The date is 4/3/95; the Dead had shows at The Pyramid in Memphis on the 1st and 2nd of April, and took the day to go to Graceland before truckin’ up to Birmingham.

Graceland?

Graceland. Memphis, Tennessee.

Was Garcia’s traveling partner nine years old, and a child of his first marriage?

No. He took the drummers.

Not as poetic.

Not nearly. A poster on Dead.net says this:

Billy’s all the way on the left of the pic, and Mickey is in the yellow non-Dead shirt next to Garcia. (Mickey tried the Merch Yoink at the Graceland gift shop and was tackled by four Elvis impersonators.) And that might be Bobby behind the column. It also might not be.

Whether or not the band sang Heartbreak Hotel in three-part harmony is unknown.

The Inevitable Death Of Radio Randy

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“We’re back with John Mayer on the Radio Randy Rock and Roll Roundup.”

“Wait. Is this the selfie we were taking in the other picture?”

“Looks like.”

“How many pictures got taken of me?”

“Almost as many as you took of you.”

“That’s a lot.”

“You enjoy yourself. Can we talk about the upcoming solo record?”

“Randy, can we do this later?”

“We’re live on the air, John. This is very unprofessional of you, and I expect more from a unicorn. We have a caller, Bobby in Vegas. Oh, you’ve called before. Welcome back to the show.”

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“I’ve been listening since the last time I called, and I’m, uh, just hooked. Great radio. Real, uh, theater of the mind-type stuff. Middle America, real people. I like that detective character, Guy Noir.”

“Bobby, you’re thinking of a Prairie Home Companion.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Is this Mike or the Mad Dog?”

“Hang up the phone, Radio Randy.”

“John says I have to go, Bobby.”

“You bet. Seriously, though: get me when Elvis shows up.”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

“John–”

“How the hell are we taking calls?”

“–I have a few more questions.”

“I don’t want to take any more questions.”

“They’re about laundry.”

“I will take as many questions as you have.”

“Blow our minds, John Mayer.”

“Hand-washing in a sink is a completely different beast than hand-washing in a tub. It has something to with water density and bubble viscosity. I’ve invented several differential equations to explain it.”

“You’ve blown our minds, John Mayer.”

“Don’t speak for everyone.”

“You’ve blown my mind, John Mayer.”

“I’ve written up my findings for the Journal of the American Laundry Association.”

“JALA?”

“You read it?”

“I subscribe. They just pile up.”

“Worth your time, Radio Randy. Cutting edge of clean.”

“John, what about pre-soaking?”

“Ooh, that’s a touchy subject in the laundry community. And, quite frankly, it’s a personal subject and I’d rather not get into my personal life.”

“I didn’t mean to pry. Let’s talk about something less intimate.”

“Thank you.”

“Sources are saying you plowed Demi Lovato.”

“Plowing’s for skanks. Demi Lovato is a celebrity. You bang celebrities.”

“Bang her?”

“Shit, yeah.”

HIGH FIVE

“Butt stuff?”

“Started with butt stuff.”

DOWN LOW

“So now you’ll marry her in the church?”

“You know I…what now?”

TOO SLOW

“You have to get married, or you’ll burn in hell.”

“I’m sorry, where is this coming from?”

“The Bible.”

“I meant the direction the conversation is going.”

“Lonely weirdo in Florida. We have another caller.”

You stop talking shit about me, you little asshole.

“Fuck you, TotD!”

Fuck YOU, Radio Randy!

DIAL TONE EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW HOW THIS SENTENCE ENDS

“You know it’s TotD, man. Stop answering the phone.”

“No one calls that guy on his bullshit.”

“Sure, but it’s not good to antagonize him.”

“No? What’s he gonna do?”

KARATE!

“Send Elvis to kick you in the head.”

“AH HAVE MADE MAH LONG-AWAITED ENTRANCE, AND BROUGHT A ROLLING STONE!”

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“I’m not a Rolling Stone, darling. John Mayer. We meet again.”

“Weren’t there five of you?”

“There can be only one.”

“Great. Elvis, I think you killed Radio Randy.”

“TALK SHIT, GET HIT.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck–”

“–yooooouuuuuuu…”

DEATH RATTLE NOISE

“Yeah, you killed Radio Randy.”

“DEATH DON’T SEEM ALL TOO PERMANENT ‘ROUND HERE. DON’T YOU WORRY ‘BOUT HIM.”

“Take off your trousers, John.”

“Stop it, Freddie.”

“JOHHNY BOY, LEMME ASK YOU A QUESTION.”

“Sure.”

“YOU SEEN THAT NUKE ANYWHERE?”

“The one you lost a month ago in a storyline that just wandered around making no sense until it fizzled out with Lady Gaga’s appearance?”

“THAT ONE, YEAH.”

“No. No. No. No. We’re not doing this again.”

“Just the shirt, then. Take off your shirt, John.”

“Freddie, come on.”

“Upon what shall I come, darling?”

“Stop it. I’m not a part of whatever the two of you are up to. I want to take drugs and see a band. Leave me alone. Y’know what? Fuck this. Fuck all of this. I’m leaving . It’s all ruined, and I’m leaving and–”

jm-circle-phish-2“What the fuck is this?”

Phantom Zone ring.

“Like what they did to Zod in Superman II?”

Yup.

“That’s FUCKED! You’re fucked, man!”

You ain’t going anywhere.

“I will get you for this! You will kneel before me! YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE JOHN!”

Okee-dokee, artichokee.

“JOHN!”

“What if I have to use the bathroom?”

Should’ve thought of that.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Really?”

You will see that you have brought this call onto yourself.

“Goddammit.”

“The Johnicorn speaking.”

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“Didn’t I say to tell me when Elvis showed up?”

“Dammit. I forgot, Bob. Sorry.”

“One thing I ask you to do.”

“Sorry.”

“Fucker owes me $320.”

“For what?”

“Grown-up stuff, Josh. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

“I just wanted to take drugs and see a band.”

“Well, I guess no one gets what he wants today, huh?”

“Aww.”

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