I met a friend at a pub tonight called The Office. I don’t drink very much. I’m a cheap date. I promised my kids I’d only drink one beer. I got a 32oz Chattanooga dark brew provided by a local distillery. More than my two drink limit. I had three hours to drink it though. My friend taught me somethings. He said, “I have money for Walmart [to buy shoes], but don’t have a way to get there. It takes me all F*cken day to get there.” And I wish I could remember but I can’t. I enjoy him. He’s had different experiences than I. He moved to the other side of the bar when I annoyed him. He was in a teaching mood.