Chris (mimicking taking a toke): That mistletoe, man. It’s wicked stuff.
Me: Heh. All I know is I woke up on top of the altar with a goat lying next me wearing my tunic!
Josh: Now that’s a walk of shame.
Me: Amen, brother. Somewhere out there there’s a satyr with my last name calling me “Daaaaaaaaady”
And that dear readers is how we keep our sanity in the world of concrete. The above conversation may be embellished a trifle, but the gist of it remains true. Tune in next time when I take the above dialogue and turn it into the first act of a Greco-Roman play.