It's the weirdest thing. I feel like I hung out around all weekend with my friend Nate telling old stories and laughing, but now I can't remember any of the stories. It may be related to the beer drinking that went along with it all. People talk about having a calling, and if I have one, it's hanging out with friends drinking beer and sharing stories. It's the most fun thing around. I need to find a way to turn that calling into a career. Or I need to find a really rich friend who makes terrible decisions like paying me to hangout and tell stories while drinking beer. But then I'd probably end up hating it. That always happens when you get paid.
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