Thoughts On The Dead

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Where There’s A Will, There’s Fenway

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Precarious.

“Yo.”

Your handiwork, I assume?

“I consulted.”

What are you even doing there?

“Had to install Wally in left field.”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

Hey! You’re not in this!

DO NOT YELL AT YOUR FUTURE DICTATOR.

PRESIDENT.

I’ll get back to you. Precarious, how does this thing even work?

“Speakers?”

Yeah. Are they supposed to be like that?

“Well, when you talk about ‘supposed to,’ you’re getting into free will, and that’s above my pay grade.”

I mean: is it supposed to be leaning like that?

“Oh. Yeah.”

And now back to the original question: how?

“Remember in the cartoons when the coyote would run off the cliff and he’d be fine ’til he looked down?”

Yeah.

“Well, no one told the speakers about gravity.”

Whatever.

“We good? I gotta put out a fire.”

Metaphor?

“Nope.”

Garcia’s here?

“Maybe.”

Goddammit.

3 Comments

  1. Spent most of Saturday night hanging by the stack near the Pesky pole. Had to after doing Friday night in left field and suffering the atrocious slapback off the monster. God how I wish Wally was actually there.

  2. These speakers actually cut out during the first set on Friday. It was like the Mansfield Phish show all over. Everyone kept trying to get the concessions and grounds guys’ attention like they could turn it back on. Eventually it came back…

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