Hey, John Mayer. Whatcha doing?
“Oh, I’m worthy of a ‘Whatcha doing?’ now?’ You’re coming around on me.”
I’ve grown accustomed to the situation.
“Six of one.”
Got yourself a rando?
“Dude, you know that I was, like, famous as shit long before I even heard of the Dead, right? I’ve had more randos than a Japanese Star Wars cosplay convention.”
“Had it in my pocket.”
“I’m used to randos.”
“Okay, there’s a shit-ton more lately.”
Like moths to a flame, so is the rando to a Grateful Dead.
“They’re everywhere. Don’t get me wrong: they’re all pretty chill. But you can’t turn around.”
“I keep finding them in the Earthroamer.”
That might be Soup.
“Dude, if it were Soup, I would have said I found Soup in the Earthroamer. I know Soup, man.”
Have you found Soup in the Earthroamer?
“I don’t even know how he’s doing it. Guy’s the opposite of an escape artist.”
I think of him more as a vehicular hermit crab.
“Bobby’s thinking about putting a sniper on the roof of his tour bus.”
He should call Phil and have him send out a busboy.
Storyline you weren’t part of.
When’s your app coming out?