Chuck is just standing in the corner giving me the hairy eye and not just because I’ve had a couple drinks or I’ve been real bad about writing in this thing. He’s also pissed that I’m heading to Ames without him tomorrow. Max turns 21 and a celebratory pilgrimage is in order.
I had the first social gathering in my apartment complex tonight out in the courtyard and once the weather and this pandemic break this could be a fun place. I was put on notice to steer away from the word “cult” when speaking about my neighbors to the east as there are a couple living here. JACKPOT!
I am now a man on a mission. I must find and befriend these good people. More on that when I find it. Back to beers and Braveheart.