I’m losin’ it, man!

So Jake came into my bedroom yesterday. It was maybe 5:30, 5:45. And he wore a look of desperation.

“I’m losin’ it, man,” he said. “If we don’t get out and do something fun, I don’t know… I just don’t know what’s gonna happen. I can’t take any more of this. We have to DO SOMETHING NOW!”

He was lucky last week. ‘Oscar’ worked from home. This week Jake has been stuck with me, the cripple. Yeah, that’s right, I said it. I’m a lame-ass cripple. (Now somebody’s probably gonna call the PC Police even...