Bill, Phil, Chill

by thoughtsonthedead

phil billy 5_7_77“I’m not looking at you.”

“That’s fine: I’m not looking at you.”

“Wait, what year is it?”

“Hold on. Lemme turn my head to the left.”

“Mickey’s there. Now, to the right.”

“That lump of denim and hair that just puked on himself looks like Keith, so it’s gotta be the late ’70’s. I think it’s a Saturday, but I won’t know for sure until the encore.”

“Late 70’s?”

“Gotta be.”

“Then, why are fighting? We don’t start fighting for years.”

“Good point, Phil.”

“I kinda wanna fight, though.”

“Me, too.”

“I’m not looking at you.”

“Fine, because I’m not looking at you.”