I don’t think that’s necessary.
“Huh? Ah, finger. It just, uh, resembles the bird. Holding the pick, gesturing dramatically.”
Oh, yeah, okay.
“Saw your buddy tonight.”
Chris Jennings, author of the award-winning Paradise Now: A Biography of American Utopianism?
“Yeah. I was doing a number with Wilbur–”
“–and I came off the stage, and there he is. You can’t, you know, you can’t miss him.”
“Right. So first I thought he was Walton.”
He’s not that tall, Bobby.
“You didn’t let me get to my second thought.”
“It was ‘He’s not that tall, Bobby.’ And I was gonna keep on thinking, but he complimented me on my performance.”
He’s a polite guy.
“You bet. I was ready to be best friends with him.”
“Yeah. I’m lonely. Jimi Hendrix hasn’t been returning my texts.”