Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“I am intentionally strengthening my core. And, uh, accidentally being very matchy-matchy.”
Yeah. The ball, your sweats.
“I’ve got a color palette going here.”
Are you and the Wolf Bros considering cancelling any of your upcoming shows?
“Well, the Wolf Bros don’t really get a vote. So if there’s any cancellations, then you can blame ’em on me.”
Sure.
“I like that arrangement better than the one in Dead & Company. Any political system that grants Mickey the franchise is fatally flawed.”
You prefer a more autocratic organization.
“Tyrant wasn’t always a perjorative, y’know.”
I do. What are you doing personally to keep yourself safe from the virus?
“My beard strains out 99% of all foreign bodies. It’s basically the advance guard for my immune system.”
Amazing.
“Plus, uh, I am a Grateful Dead. I’ve encountered a lot of weird pathogens over the years. I got a lot of antibodies just sitting on the bench.”
Just be careful, buddy.
“I got both hands on the medicine ball.”
Not what I meant.
“I’m sticking with my original answer.”
Despite Bobby having encountered numerous weird pathogens over the years, his less than passing grades for the acid tests is always easily recognized. And thats why we love him. But I digress. MK