bobby-phish-3-nashville

“Wait. You’re Troy.”

“Close enough.”

“What do you think about laundry?”

“I don’t think about laundry.”

“Yeah, that’s the right answer.”

“Oh, right: didn’t Josh start a laundry company or something?”

“All of us did, but he’s the only one taking it seriously. Billy bought the laundromat–”

“Just for skank?”

“–just for skank. Yeah, Billy’s decided to grow old disgracefully.”

“I picked up on that.”

“Oh, you know Billy?”

“We’ve met.”

“So, uh: you wear that sort of outfit all the time?”

“A shirt and jeans? Pretty much. I wore a nice shirt last week and the internet was dickish about it.”

“But not, you know: crazy get-ups or anything?”

“Not lately, no.”

“And that ‘staring into the distance’ face you make: that’s the worst of it?”

“I guess.”

“You know all the Dead songs already, right?”

“Bobby, you can’t trade guitarists.”

“I think I can. Who manages you?”

“IS MR. BOBBY TAKING YOU AWAY AGAIN, TREY?”

“Jesus, Bob, now you’ve upset Page.”