I am so glad that camaraderie in this place isn’t dead. The dudes had never even seen me before, but they took me in and gave me a
computer and even offer’d to assist me with all this shit I somehow got myself unto. I still have no knowledge of how Juliet and I ended up here, but when Bob saw me searching the Internet for answers nonstop, he and the guys sat me down and asked me what the deal was. When I explain’d how I was reaching all of nowhere fast, they told me I was having about it all wrong. I’m such a dumbass for not seeking their counsel in the first place.

I feel much better about this whole thing knowing I’m with such chill bros. Hanging with them keeps me from getting discourag’d, and our regular events give me something to look forward to. Now that I’m a bit more used to things, I’m thinking maybe this place isn’t actually as crazy as I thought. Things sort of make sense in their own way, thee knows? But I must say, I miss Verona’s good old liquor. I’ve had occasion to try a significant amount of stuff, and none of it quite compares. Bob says the taste isn’t the point, and I guess I’ve begun to get his meaning.