Yeah. Trenchcoat dude. Name's Miniver. That's him. Yeah, I think my mom knew him. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's the same guy in the photos she kept from old gigs she worked, but dude, there's a lotta roadies at those shows. He probably wouldn't remember her.
And no, he isn't. I mean... is, but isn't. I can look after him 'til he feels like getting his butt out of his cocoon again, just tell me where I should send him when he does.