Soup.
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Soup.
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Soup?
“Behind you, man.”
YAAH! Jesus, you snuck up on me. Hey, Soup.
“Heeeey, man.”
I didn’t hear you.
“I walk like a panther, man.”
Why aren’t you in there?
“That thing? Nah, you know: it’s a bit on the nose, man.”
Yeah.
“Also, man, between you and me? I’m going a little soft, man. I’ve had enough of living in other people’s vans. Just other people’s tour buses these days, man.”
Or the occasional high-end recreational vehicle.
“The Earthroamer? It’s a bit pooped, man.”
…
Literally?
“Yeah, man. Real shame. That thing’s a beauty and people treated it like a bocce court, man. Billy locked himself in it and gave himself the stomach flu on purpose. You can’t just air the place out after that, man.”
Dead & Company are finished for the summer. What are you doing now?
“Olympics, man.”
Of course.
Hey man, what’s the story on that van? The real story, not the semi-fictional one. I saw it driving around in Port Angeles, WA back in April.
No idea. Saw it on Instagram.
Not enough tits and dragons for me: if you’re gonna paint stuff on the side of a van, then you should go with tits and dragons, maybe a guy with a sword and muscles.
In case you’re curious, here’s what the other side looks like, a little bit more subtle.
A windowless white van is still a windowless white van, regardless of decoration. Do NOT help the driver move furniture into it. His arm is NOT broken.
This guy makes steal wall hangings that he sells @ pikes market in Seattle.
Nice, thanks.