2:04 p.m. Rocks Off Sr. to Hlavaty: "OK hoss, let's hear something about some music this hour." 2:22 p.m.: 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." 2:25: "Checking in at the Levi's Fader Fort. Rocking four wristbands for one party. Rumor is that MGMT headlines tonight." 2:37 p.m.: "About to eat and drink the tacos with Mariachi El Bronx." 2:48 p.m.: "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." 3:16 p.m.: "The Bronx just taught me the phrase 'prison wallet.'" 3:17 p.m. Rocks Off Sr.: "Do tell..." 3:27 p.m.: Hlavaty sends his answer via picture (below). We still have no idea what it is. 3:30 p.m.: "Prison wallet is your butthole, btw." [At this point Rocks Off Sr. got up to smoke a cigarette and perhaps weep just a little.] 3:46 p.m.: "Salt Lick BBQ truck, I am going to steal you."
3:52 p.m.: "OK. We Were Promised Jetpacks. Not too bad."
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3:59 p.m.: "The Fader Fort is a good free deal. Check it out."