Hi!
My neighbor is crazy. It's not your standard, run of the mill, unhealthy obsession with Goldfish crackers, crazy. He's a paranoid schizophrenic driven to fun levels of insanity by at least 2 cases a day of beer.
If my neighbor stays over at his house single-handedly funding the nation's alcohol industry, this blog would be very, very boring. But he usually comes over to our house every day, occasionally every other day, to talk about the various topics of the day.
If we had steady jobs, and if Andy had a steady job, this wouldn't be a problem. But given the lack of work in the construction industry, here we are in the living room, discussing the same topics over and over.
Enough introductions. Starting soon I'll be recording the conversations with Andy, and transcribing the best parts here.
