I decided to break up my routine and go visit friends in Coshocton last night after work. I got there just in time for dinner, then a few drinks and a few tales of my sordid past for those who hadn't yet been indoctrinated. I could write a book, seriously. Well, maybe a pamphlet.
In less shameful developments, Jennifer's son Jack and I busied ourselves with his Star Wars figurines. I think he was surprised to find an old man who actually knew the names of the characters. It's funny to see your childhood memories living on through the eyes of a different child.
And after a long hiatus, I'll get to see my recent obsession again tonight. I can't wait.
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