Holy shit.

“What?”

You’re starting to look like him.

“Xavier Cugat?”

Garcia.

“Alfredo Garcia?”

Jerry. Your friend and bandmate.

“Ah. Y’think?”

Little bit. Of course, it took you til 70 to look like he did at 40.

“That’s clean living for ya.”

You said it. How’s John?

“Who?”

Josh.

“Better. Getting his strength back. This afternoon, he was able to solo briefly.”

Good to hear. You yoinking his pain pills?

“Absolutely not.”

Is he sharing them?

“Yup.”

Gotcha.