A friend relayed his semi-direct interactions with a blogger who I’ve been reading for years. The tales weren’t that douche-y or criminal, and my friend is a dude of no small opinions. But I can’t shake the notion I wouldn’t enjoy having a beer with this writer or maybe more likely, he really wouldn’t want to have one with me.

Anyways, I’m leaving my cube prison going home to grill and possibly buy grown-up furniture this weekend.