Ray Toro 100
Mistaken Identity
“Red, red wiii-yine... Goes to my head.... Makes me forget that-”
“Ray?” Mikey interrupted.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you singing reggae?”
“Um...” His voice trailed off, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “No reason.”
“I mean, I thought you weren’t much of a fan.”
“I’m not, really.”
“Then why the ‘Red, Red Wine?’”
“No reason...”
“Oh, come on, dude. Talk.”
“Well... I went for a walk earlier...”
“Yeah?”
“And there were these kids behind me...”
“Okay...”
“Well, I guess my hair was a little wild, with the wind and all...”
“Yeah, so?”
“One of them asked if I was Ziggy Marley.”
“Ray?” Mikey interrupted.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you singing reggae?”
“Um...” His voice trailed off, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “No reason.”
“I mean, I thought you weren’t much of a fan.”
“I’m not, really.”
“Then why the ‘Red, Red Wine?’”
“No reason...”
“Oh, come on, dude. Talk.”
“Well... I went for a walk earlier...”
“Yeah?”
“And there were these kids behind me...”
“Okay...”
“Well, I guess my hair was a little wild, with the wind and all...”
“Yeah, so?”
“One of them asked if I was Ziggy Marley.”