“You do know people refer to the return of the son of God, the one and only Jesus Christ as the second coming,” I tell him.

“Yeah. But the dude doesn’t own the name,” he replies.

[Dissolves into laughter]

You know, he showed them though.

I loved that. Loved watching it.

Same thing happened with Ringo Starr.

Beatles broke up and everyone thought, “Oh, poor Ringo. What’s he gonna do now?”

Well, I don’t know. Be the first of that group to produce hits and go on to have a kickass career?

[Lifts fist in the air and opens fingers like he’s dropping something]

Boom.

Same thing with Dave Grohl.

I mean, Cobain is the band, what’s this kid gonna fuckin’ do?

I’ll tell you what.

Foo Fighters and Grohl being the Where’s Waldo of rock. I mean, the guy is everywhere. He even plays the fuckin’ CMAs, for fuck’s sake.

[Chuckles]

That guy is the fuckin’ bomb.

The Second Coming was a badass band. Dirty and raunchy and fun.

I love their shit.

Still listen to it all the time.

And she won’t say it straight out, but Natalie likes them more than the Roadmasters.

You haven’t touched on Leeanne Brewster’s return to the world of the Roadmasters.

Well, I mean, it’s common knowledge.

She told Tim she’s on the Pill, Tim can be a dope, he goes in unprotected, we’re in the thick of shit with everything hitting with Preach’s parents, she shows and tells Timmy she’s pregnant.

He says, “We’ll get a DNA test after the kid is born. It’s mine, I’ll reimburse you for your medical expenses and we’ll make a plan to swing support and custody.”

She says, “I’d prefer to raise my child with two parents together.”

He goes surfing.

[Barks with laughter]

Brody’s great, sister.

[His expression takes on a meaningful look]

The image of his dad.

You’d think, Tim blond, Leeanne dark, he’d get her coloring, but he didn’t.

Blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer boy.

[Grins fondly]

Love that kid.

And then there’s you.

[Nods]

I got into producing.

Sold a few songs.

And I waited for Preacher to come back to us.

Lyla:

The room has become a menagerie as her daughter has returned with the dogs then left in the Mini. Thus, in addition to the two cats, there’s the mutt and the Burmese mountain dog lying on the floor by where she’s sitting, and a tiny, black-eyed, white-furred Maltese that is vying with the tiger cat for ownership of Lyla’s lap.

Lyla controls the situation by allowing them to claim either thigh and returns to the conversation.

He reached out to me after.

After the trials.

Preacher sent a note, thanking me for attending them.

I played it smart that time and asked DuShawn where he was.