[soft throat-clearing]
YO.
Um…
Saw that you called me on my birthday I…think I was [something unintelligible] orsomethingANYWAY. I’m in Nashville, it is…cray-‘ZEE. We had a night off, we’re staying in a hotel aaand, otherwise, would be fun except for this, [chuckle] this HUGE music convention going on with all these…d-bags…and like, Motley Crüe…tour managers and stuff…aaand…it’s really funny [chuckle]. I dunno…I’m sitting…in the hotel bar, by myself. Drinking. Thought I would call you back. But…yer prolly doin’ sum’n cooool. Umm…everything’s greeaaatt…uuummm…I’m just rooming with the tour manager tonight, so…whatever. Aaahhmmm….Party on, Wayne. I’ll seee yaaaa…in Portland, or something. Tour is greaatt. Summer camp is great. Nothin to report, other than good times. Hope yer doin well, thanks for caaallin meee, on ma beeeerthdaaayy, it was cool, but, uneventful. Aaand, I’m watching, uh—there’s a new movie comin’ out with Justin Timberlake and uh, the squirrely guy from Mad Men…I went and saw Contaaagion todaayy, it was [sigh] oh-kay, it made you—it was fiiine, with the whole…thing. I was—this message is gonna rule. You should prob—you should put it on the internet. It’ll be good. Alright dude…party hard…keep it real…don’t go changin.