This fine gentleman here is soon off to school again to pursue even higher education. He held a little soiree at a local “dive bar” (in quotes because they are trying to be a dive bar).
George and I are sharecroppers. We pay to rent someone else’s land, then do what we will with the produce… at our local community garden. I put our name on a list and a year later we got accepted. At first, it was very exciting. And then we realized that the weeds never, ever stop coming. Our garden is now a horrific mess of a place. We never work on it. It always needs water. It certainly didn’t help that our enormous cherokee purple tomato plant only gave us two usable tomatoes. The other two were eaten by birds and the plant hasn’t seen fit to set any more fruit.
My friends are dorks, what can I say? Some of us are dorky in the socially awkward sense (hand up) and others of us are dorky in the huge-repository-of-random-knowledge sense. The Random Knowledge guys destroy trivia nights all over this town. The rest of us have a few beers and struggle to fill in the gaps.