Out where I live the elderly couple next door invites you over for hot dogs after lending you their weedeater and shooting a dying raccoon in your driveway.
Made up for our KY goofiness with IL 'banging. Quarterstick propped us up on our wooden legs. Found a floor, a blanket, a rejected party. Four hours sleep over forty-eight hours, four espressos later and I'm still bleary with fatigue.
