Thoughts On The Dead

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

Donna: Lean

bandindexHey, Mrs. Donna Jean. Whatcha doing?

“Feelin’ it. Waitin’ for my part. Being skinny.”

Yeah. You kinda look like a Pez dispenser.

“Bless your heart.”

You explained what that meant to me last time we talked.

“Did I? It was a while ago.”

Aw, Mrs. Donna Jean, don’t be like that. It’s bad enough with Garcia’s whining.

“But: he’s dead, honeysuckle. Me, they just don’t wanna pay.”

Still, he’s pretty insistent on being there. Keeps huffing and puffing about “backup bands getting delusions of grandeur.”

“I’m sure I don’t know whatever he may mean.”

You and Bobby were the only ones with chins, weren’t you?

“Mickey had one, but where I grew up, we were taught it was polite to pretend Jews didn’t exist, so: yes.”

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