Stopped off at Robert the Psychic's house on the way home from work with some very fine beers. I think about stopping off to see him more often than I actually do it. There's always something that needs doing, there's always some other distractions on the ride, other people I see and whatnot. But it's only a block and a half out of the way, and he's been a friend for a long damn time. About 25 years I guess.
Anyway, I knew it had been too long, but I didn't realize how long. He's grown a forest in his front yard, and he didn't even know about my heart surgery last year. I guess even psychics miss things when they don't do Facebook.
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