This is a real conversation I had with myself recently:
“You freaking moron. You drive past Andy Nelson’s every single day when you go to work. You can stop anytime you want after work. You don’t.”
“Oh. Yes. You’re right. I don’t. But BBQ!”
“Goddammit. You. Are. Fucking. Hopeless.”
By the way, Farpoint is this weekend, and it begins tonight. Check out my schedule, and if you’re there perhaps we’ll cross paths!