Hey, birthday boy.
“Why are you using a picture of me from 2006?”
Your hair looked good.
“Not a bad reason.”
What’d you wish for?
“Birthday cake and birthday sex.”
Not a bad wish.
“You have a year like mine, you start to appreciate the little things.”
“Plus, I’m a rock star with a restaurant and a couple of Ferraris. Not much left to wish for.”
Give ’em to Baby Levon.
“Sure. He can have every wish I got left.”
You dig that kid.
“Oh, yeah. He’s all right. Got about a year ’til his hands get big enough for a guitar.”
Gonna start him early?
“Already got Alembic making him a bass.”
“Kid’s a Grateful Dead. Kid plays Grateful Dead guitars.”
If you say so. It’s a mini-instrument, though, right?
“No, jackass. Six-strings and 45 knobs. Of course it’s small-scale.”
Okay. Does that make it cheaper?
“Much more expensive, oddly enough.”