So these days I'm painting houses. Its coo, I guess, better than defying death every night. So there's Dan, the blue collar red neck with the suspended license who forces us to listen to KFAN sports radio (someday his ladder may somehow tip over), Jerry, who has no phone or car and perhaps shortly no apartment because even though the boss gives him advance paychecks, he would rather spend it on drugs. And Tom, he's my friend. Dammit. the coffee shop is closing, so I can't finish my story, but I assure you it is worth the wait. Later.