Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Short Interlude

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There’s just so much of you.

“Don’t use me as filler.”

What?

“I heard what you said to Josh.”

How?

“Don’t worry about it. I am, you know: a Grateful goddamned Dead. I’m not the chimp act that gets trotted out between sets.”

Mr. Jiggs?

“Yeah. Good guy, Jiggs. Still alive.”

He did that show with you 40 years ago. How is that possible?

“Medical miracle. Well, actually, a veterinary miracle. We still keep in touch.”

Yeah?

“Billy adopted him.”

Adopted?

“‘Kidnapped’ would be the more correct word, I suppose. ‘Stole,’ maybe. He sat in for Drums a couple of times.”

How’d that go?

“Poorly. Y’see, Mickey–”

Dosed Mr. Jiggs.

“–dosed Mr. Jiggs, and it turns out chimps don’t handle acid nearly as well as horses do.”

Mickey should stop giving animals LSD.

“Leopard can’t change its spots.”

“Unless, you know: Mickey gives it enough acid.”

There ya go.

14 Comments

  1. Definitely Just for Men. Those little sideburns are GREY. Those wool socks will be bunched up in the toe of his shoes before long.

  2. On a related note, a deadhead befriended Noam Chimsky.

    KoKo was just in the news, lives in Mountain View, someone famous visited him.

  3. What is that blue thing beside the red cup?

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