I could have been! Van Halen, Dio, Osbourne…Munson.

[ His grin is infectious as he takes a ridiculous, theatrical bow for absolutely no reason other than the fact that he lives to be dramatic. It seems to please the hatchlings, if anything. He can’t really prove his nearly-famous status, but there’s really no reason to lie about it. It’s just another thing that happened, and he isn’t bitter that it slipped through his fingers, though it is interesting to think about where he’d be now if he had managed to take the opportunity. ]

Could still happen. I mean, I just have to win the rest of Solvunn over. Maybe if I write something about goats. I’ll definitely put together a tape, though, if you’re interested.

[ Not having the rest of the band would be pretty disheartening, but he can always call it a stripped down demo. They’re still his songs, and he did most of the writing. ]

Well, tell you what. I’ll hook you up with the good old mary jane for now—samples are free of charge, by the way—and I’ll see if I can’t talk someone into considering growing some tobacco. Wouldn't be a bad business extension.