What the hell are you wearing?
“Ah, man. Caught my shirt on a nail backstage. Ripped all the way up the back. Looked like a backwards vest, right?”
Don’t tell me you–
–you did a Merch Yoink? Garcia! You never yoink merch.
“Well, you know: before we sell the shirts, they do actually belong to us, man.”
“Mickey called it my bar mitzvah.”
He must have been proud. They didn’t have a black one?
“Turns out we don’t sell any black tee-shirts. If I was in Sabbath, it wouldn’t have been a problem.”