How did Bob find Naaaango? Why did The Bobster bring Naaaango back here to the compound? When will Bob wake up? These questions and more were in my mind as the azure goat and I sat in Donny's having the coffee. So 'Naaaang, I says, howdja meet Bob? Well, he says, I was at the feed store picking up a pallet of the DRY, and there was this guy on the loading dock handing out fliers about some gig in San Francisco next week, and I caught his eye and he winked! Dude winked at me! I just had a feeling he was cool so I went up to him and tol' him my story, quick-like. No, I told him, I did NOT want to buy some killer weed, I wanted to get the hell to freedom. He winked at me again and then opened the door to his Microbus and son of a bitch I hooked my horns on the sagging roof liner but I got into the bus and he hopped in and next thing I know we're on I-90 headed for San Francisco.Wait'll Phfrankie sees you! he says. This is cool! Maybe you could show up at the gig and sing somethin'! Sing? I says. You want me to sing at some hippie gig in Golden Gate Park? Are you on pot?? Just because I'm blue don' mean I can sing! Hey, Bob, I tol' him, I says lets stop at that Carl's Jr.....