This post is going to be a lot more personal than most others, with no emphasis on any specific taxi stories. I want to give you a heads up so you know what you’ll be getting into.
I guess it started a few weeks ago. An old roommate came into town on a mini-adventure. His girlfriend of 8 years had broken up with him. He’d spent a month in bed, a month drinking heavily, and then he decided to take a long road trip. His first stop was Madison to see old friends (of which I was one), then he would be going to one of the Dakotas, and his last stop was a camping trip in the Rockies.
We drank a lot. Continue reading
