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“Hey, Jer.”

“Yeah, Bob?”

“Given any thought to my idea?”

“Yeah. Lotta thought. And it’s a no. You can’t change your name to Bobby W.”

“Sheila does it.”

“Well, man, I hate to bring up bridges and jumping off them, but the situation does call for it.”

“I gotta do something here, Jer. Can I confide in you, Big Guy?”

“We’ve talked about that nickname and my feelings towards it.”

“It’s just that I’m used to being the good-looking one in the group.”

“Huey’s jawline and baby-blues making you anxious, man?”

“Well, yeah.  I mean: he’s the Bobby of this photo. And that’s weird for me, cuz usually I’m the Bobby.”

“The man ain’t ugly.”

“And if we’re being completely honest: I’m also usually the best athlete in the group. Sure, that’s not tough cuz the group I’m referring to is the Grateful Dead, and I don’t have to tell you that our band is full of spazzes.”

“Not an athletically-inclined combo.”

“But here I am with Joe Montana. And it turns out that Huey used to play minor-league baseball. So, I’m third-best at best.”

“Well, hey, man: I’m fifth. Don’t be bitching about your troubles to me.”

“I’m not even the best guitarist here!”

…

“Weir?”

“What?”

“Look at me, buddy.”

“What?”

“You have the best hair here.”

…

“I’ve been using a new leave-in conditioner.”

“You can tell.”

“There’s a gloss that wasn’t previously evident.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks, Big Guy.”

“Not gonna warn you again about that shit, man.”