Poot-Tang Cruisin', Part Two

Holy Damn if some mystic shit didn't go down last week! So 'member the late-night jam at Casey's? Let's take up where we left off...

"The Bleeder." At about four in the morning, Casey's next-door neighbor came over in a robe, but not to join the party. He just wanted to knock and let us know that when you rock the drums/guitar/Rhodes super group at that hour, you're rocking for everybody on the block. I told the dude that yeah, we knew that. I said, "Man, Dave Chappelle's MC-ing this joint, so its gravy." Dude totally called my bluff (how was I to know that Chappelle was actually spending the night at his house as we spoke?) and we called an abrupt ending to the proceedings, GNR-style.

Upon arriving home, it was discovered that Taytyme's smokes were AWOL. The poor guys had been orphaned at the scene of the cryme!

So several days later, Mason was still beating himself up for snoozing through the whole jam. He was all like, "All I'm sayin is that I would of landed a plane on that shit." He was out with one of Taytyme's spies when he got into kind of an admitty phase. "I killed a man with pills once," "I didn't visit my grandmother enough," that kind of shit. Then he breaks down at the bar, tears and all. "I saw Tay's smokes on the Rhodes and I said those are Tay's smokes don't smoke 'em I'll wait until I see him someday and give 'em to him but I ended up takin' one and then the next night I was out and I took another one but I knew they were Tay's and I was gonna give 'em back but then it was down to just one and it was the upside-down one, you know, the lucky one and you can't smoke a man's lucky smoke that's just wrong but it so happened that I did smoke it and oh fuck why did I do it oh shit oh shit oh damn..."

You know what happened? We put together a timeline and everything, and this is the truth, friends. At the exact moment that Mason's flame ignited the tobacco in my lucky smoke, my check engine light came on. I KNOW MAN, that is some freaky shit. Look you guys, just be careful in all your dealings with the occult. Remember how the Ouija board gave Alice Cooper alcoholism? I just hope to god that Goat Hawk knows what they're doing.