February 5

Andy is now 21, and the world can breathe a sigh of relief. He has escaped from the Barton Springs Saloon, and can now drink margaritas anywhere he pleases. He can even purchase his own beer for drinking during D&D. I have decided that the apex of passive aggressive pleasure is in pulling up to a car with its windows down at a stoplight, turning your own music up and rolling down your own windows, and then smirking at your neighbor as you watch them rolling their windows up out of the corner of your eye. I don't know what they're running away from. My music's better anyway.