Texter, texter, pants on fire.

So last night Hoag was away. He was at dinner before a concert.

I was also at a concert but somewhere else.

We texted back and forth.

Here is part of that text conversation:

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ME: "Daryl Jones is here playing bass!"

HOAG: "Mick is having dinner with us."

ME: "I know...that's what Keith just told me."