“Bob, I’m going to ask you a question and I need you to tell me the truth, and also I desperately need you not to call me ‘Yoko’ anymore.”
“Sure, Ozzy.”
“Close enough. And I know you seem to view a conversation as some form of interpretive dance, but I must ask you that be straightforward with me.”
“Yup, okay.”
“Did you dose me?”
“No, I didn’t.”
…
“I was too specific in me question, wasn’t I?”
“Yup.”
“Have I been dosed?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“And who was it that dosed me?”
“No one dosed you.”
…
“Who were they that dosed me?”
“Buncha guys.”
“Bob!”
“Well, you know, in their defense: it’s a special occasion. Dead and the Beatles. Portentous.”
“I feel a bit strange, Bob.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t truly describe it, but I don’t think I can play me bass like this.”
“You have no nose.”
“How will I smell?”
“Bloomin’ awful.”
“I need you to take this seriously, Bob. Help me. I’m a Beatle, and a Knight and a billionaire. Help me.”
“Yeah, okay. Sure.”
“Better?”
“NO, BOB. NOT BETTER. I meant get me back to being a person, not join me here in toyland.”
“Ah. Well, I seem to recall a little lecture about being straightforward. That’s the pot telling the gander to heal thyself.”
“I actually understood that.”
“Yeah, well: you’re on a shitload of acid.”
“Right, right. How long does this last?”
“The acid or the storyline?”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Playing with another Bass player who wants to be in charge, the cycle of abuse continues.
Great storyline, I hope Andersoon Copper shows up.