Thoughts On The Dead

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

Blue-Tie Bobby

Dignified.

“Ignore this.”

It’s tough to gloss over. That tie is hideous.

“Tie? I thought it was swim goggles.”

Looks like them, yeah.

“I, uh, got a bone to throw at you.”

Pick with you.

“I know what the saying is. I’m madder than that. I wanna, you know, just chuck a thigh bone at your head.”

What?

“What did you say to Snake Tee-Shirt?”

Goddammit.

“Y’know that shirt received the Medal of Valor.”

No.

“Two Purple Hearts.”

Nuh-uh.

“A Green Clover, and a Yellow Moon.”

You’re talking about cereal, Bobby.

“I’m talking about Nam, man.”

SNAKE TEE-SHIRT WAS NOT A MARINE IN VIETNAM.

“Don’t yell at me.”

Sorry. The point stands.

“Snake Tee-Shirt’s always telling stories about Vietnam. First half of the story is about basic training, and then the last part is Nam. First half is more entertaining, honestly.”

Right.

“Or about how his platoon was split in between the drinkers and the pot smokers, and how his sergeant was killed in a visually iconic way.”

Bobby.

“Or all the surfing he did.”

Bobby.

“He was a radio deejay for a while.”

These are movies, Bobby. Snake Tee-Shirt is telling you stories from Vietnam movies.

“How do you explain his friendship with the Montagnards?”

I can’t.

“Checkmate. Leave Snake Tee-Shirt alone.”

 

1 Comment

  1. Aren’t those Maggie’s goggles?

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