“Look, it’s Slash.”
Sting. His name is Gordon Sumner, and he goes by Sting.
“Not ringing any bells.”
He opened for the Dead.
“Apparently, so did the Violent Femmes, whoever the hell they are. So, you know: you’re gonna have to narrow it down a bit more than that.”
He was in The Police.
No. Not the police. The Police.
“Ah. I didn’t notice the capitalization. Wait, yeah. They were a trio, right?”
“I do not cotton to trios, gotta tell ya. At least six or seven too few people in the band.”
Reach in there and tweak his nip.
“Yeah, I’m not gonna do that.”
You could, though.
“You can see an awful lot of him.”
Too much. Hold on: is Sting wildly under-dressed, or are you wildly over-dressed.
“Both. This picture was taken at a pool party.”