“C’mere, where’s my amp?” “What amp?” Eric replies. “My black amp.” I continue. “How the fuck should I know where your “black amp” is? And aren’t most amps black?” “You had it last. After that gig we did with HAWK in the Róisín, you, me and Burke were loading the gear into your car on Munster Avenue. That’s the last I saw it.” “That was like 2 or 3 years ago. Even if I had it then, which I doubt, fuck knows where it is now?” “Hmm… fair enough.” “Are you sure it was after the gig with HAWK?” “Honestly…