Parents Just Don’t Understand

“Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?”

“Talking to my agent.”

“Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?”

“He has a new assistant, but she doesn’t know who you are. I think that makes five. No, six, counting the one who thought you were Luke Perry.”

“And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?”

“He asked me to reconsider. Said it was a great gig, everyone would be in town for the convention, lots of exposure. Said I couldn’t keep living off your royalties, and I certainly can’t live off mine.”

“Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?”

“Some dude named McBeth, runs a factory-food trade group. He flashed a roll of hundreds at me, said he knows people who know people. I told him what you told me, but without the mumbling. He said he was sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?”

“Thanks to you, I’m stuck with weddings all summer. The gig went to Styx.”

Jakob Dylan’s agents say dad Bob had nothing to do with decision on GOP convention-related event []

First convention protester: Bob Dylan? [Politico — the earlier story, in case TwinCities gets all up in yer grill]

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