Hey, Bobby. “You watching Splosh?” Phish. “Yeah, them. They’re, uh, like the Dead without the dead people.” Kinda. You excited for your New Year’s Eve show? “Oh, sure. Been drinking champagne all day. Well, not champagne. Pinot blanc mixed with lime Claws.” That sounds disgusting. “The first six or seven don’t taste so good, no.” … Continue reading The Grate Gatsby