It’s cold. Somebody was bleeding out of their ear. I’ve had a lot to drink and inhaled some wood stain. Accidentally, of course. Probably. One of my bestest friends from my days in The Great Game is back on this coast for the holiday from his grad school where he learns about money and business or some horseshit. So that’s why I’m here and so very, very drunk. Last time we shot guns in the woods. If that happens again, I’ll let you know.