That was the thing about Bobby— you could never tell if he knew the future or if he was unsure of the past. Or if he even knew what time it was. He would always say, ‘relax, it’s Tuesday.’ And everybody would look at him. Because he would never say it on a Tuesday. No one knew what the fuck he was talking about.
Bill Sullivan, a roadie, talking about Bobby Stinson of The Replacements (via courtneystodden2)