“Behind you, man.”
YAAH! Jesus, you snuck up on me. Hey, Soup.
I didn’t hear you.
“I walk like a panther, man.”
Why aren’t you in there?
“That thing? Nah, you know: it’s a bit on the nose, man.”
“Also, man, between you and me? I’m going a little soft, man. I’ve had enough of living in other people’s vans. Just other people’s tour buses these days, man.”
Or the occasional high-end recreational vehicle.
“The Earthroamer? It’s a bit pooped, man.”
“Yeah, man. Real shame. That thing’s a beauty and people treated it like a bocce court, man. Billy locked himself in it and gave himself the stomach flu on purpose. You can’t just air the place out after that, man.”
Dead & Company are finished for the summer. What are you doing now?