Where am I?

Nervous breakdown.


No kidding.

No, you’re at The Nervous Breakdown.


What is that? Some sort of mental institution?

Yes, you could say that: booby hatch, loony bin, funny farm. Actually, it’s a digital mental institution. The advantage being no bedpans, no IVs, no nurses. They’ve all been replaced by pixels and psychiatric apps.

“I have here something that’ll solve all our problems.”

“Well, go on, what is it?”

“A bootleg.”

“Oh great. That’s all we need is another bootleg. What’s this one? Copenhagen, April 30, 1966, reel two, second half missing? We’ve got eight thousand bootleg tapes, man; we’re never going to find enough time to listen to them all in our lifetime.”

“It’s not like that.”