Joel won’t be arriving for a few more hours and Jeremy won’t be here until the small hours of morning so I said I’d leave my motorcycle or something by the road to help them find the place. I hope it does the trick.
The evening is pleasant so I just lay out my sleeping bag on Pete’s front deck with a cup of whiskey and a storytelling podcast playing on my phone. A few moments later, it seems, I realize the story being told isn’t the one I started listening to. I guess I fell asleep. I squint at the screen to turn it off.