My FaceBook friends
by Regis Boff
I wandered through my friends’ list on Facebook this afternoon. I found seven dead rock stars, John Entwistle and Moon, were still both begging for money. John was claiming the deep sea fishing in Heaven was expensive, and Keith needed to buy his way into the hooker section of hell.
There was a load of Italian Genesis fans from some show in Turin in 1974. They all wanted backstage passes.
I noticed six girls from grade school who I had given dirty Valentine Day’s cards to in the early fifties.
There were eight rock promoters, including Harvey Weinstein and Bill Graham, all of whom claimed I stole money from them.
There were 12 dogs and two cats.
And one girl who keeps asking me to send money to her so she can get a flight out of Turkey.
The rest are people I have no recollection of at all.