“Hey, Bobby,” Garcia said under his breath.
“I don’t wanna talk about it, man.”
“The hat’s cool and all…but, you know: the hat’s not all there is to the matter, is it?””
“I am not even looking at you. Please shut up.”
Bobby doodled on his guitar.
“I feel like I should ask him which side he served in Mr. Lincoln’s infernal war.”
“Listen, he’s my friend. Leave it alone. Your friends are terrible, too.
OR… “Hey, Bobby, WTF is going on below yer knees!”
Bobby is, I believe, wearing his the bottom half of his Tamalpais Chiefs baseball uniform. Or some sort of baseball uniform.
Bobby’s pants? Wtf?