Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

I’m at a rock med gig and two of my favorite Steve’s are show managers. Someone finds a bottle of wine and threatens to swap it out with grape juice, a prank that I heartily encourage. Everyone is in the exact same blue rm shirts but me - I’m in a black hoody. I’m sitting by the side until someone motions to me to join the group sitting on some bleachers to which I comply. 

When I wake, I find myself wondering if both Steve’s are still alive. Much to my chagrin, I remember that one passed away years ago.

Psychoanal- I haven’t done an RM gig in months and I’m jonzing. I have Willie lined up for the Greek when merc leaves ret, plus there’s that panel at the Discovery Sessions so I’m thinking about it.