I’ve got this friend, Nolan, whose entire life sailed over a cliff in a burning bus one day last February.
He calls me up, he says ‘Perry I’ve gotta come see you right away’ and it’s one of those phone calls where you know, whatever he tells you is not going to be good.
He drops by and tells me about his wife: “Trinity has announced she has a new boyfriend now, she’s been out drinking with him every night until 2:30 am, she wants out of our marriage and she says it’s OVER.”