I just now, quite painfully, remembered the original point of this whole trip.
I'm fucking scared to death.
I need an address. Or a phone number.
Completely hypothetically, let's say you drove across the country to confront your dead beat father and his complete lack of parenting skills...would you call first? Or just show up?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
You owe me a drink.
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