2:04 p.m. Rocks Off Sr. to Hlavaty:
"OK hoss, let's hear something about some music this hour."
Hlavaty, by phone: "I gotta run over to the Fader Fort to pick up some credentials, and I'm doing a video interview with Mariachi el Bronx at a taco truck after that."
"Checking in at the Levi's Fader Fort. Rocking four wristbands for one party. Rumor is that MGMT headlines tonight."
"About to eat and drink the tacos with Mariachi El Bronx."
"Listening to Rose Tattoo while the Bronx get suited up in their mariachi suits. This is happening."
3:08 p.m.: "All decked out with the Bronx. They didn't bring me a mariachi suit. Sad face."
"The Bronx just taught me the phrase 'prison wallet.'"
3:17 p.m. Rocks Off Sr.
: "Do tell..."
Hlavaty sends his answer via picture (below). We still have no idea what it is.
"Prison wallet is your butthole, btw."
[At this point Rocks Off Sr. got up to smoke a cigarette and perhaps weep just a little.]
"Salt Lick BBQ truck, I am going to steal you."
"OK. We Were Promised Jetpacks. Not too bad."
"The Fader Fort is a good free deal. Check it out."