After a long campaign of bunkers and trenches I polished my spats and hit the scene like Beyonce’ this weekend- and that ain’t code. A guest in town, you can’t tell from that picture, but that’s one of the fellas from back in the day. I met some deviled eggs I really hit it off with and even enjoyed an Old Fashioned around a backyard fire in a fresh dug hole. Although a little stressful- all those good-cheered friends chattering and not afraid of the future– I flexed my missing limb of a joy muscle and scheduled a check-up with Dr. Munson.
The good doctor had only a small window in the schedule for a drop-in, just 38 minutes, so I was forced to be brief.
The edginess: Why always the edginess?
Hey S’quatch- tick tock, 38.