Texting the one person I can count on to go along with my insane plan as I start down the moonlit path. And it is a completely deranged plan. Austin: You up? I need your help with a project. Denny: A project at 1AM? Is quitting the family ranch an option? If so, consider this my resignation. Austin: Yes or no? Meet me at the end of the driveway. Denny: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me put my pants on.
