Home Alone, Part VI

... yesterday morning, the phone rang and pried me from my slumber.. the guy on the other end sounded quite surprised when I answered...

.. "Where T1G?", he asked...

... "How the Hell should I know, man?.. he's out somewhere on a mission, or something... I'm Eric, and I'm taking care of his place till he gets back.. what do you want?"...

..."uhh.. ok.... uhh... I left stuff over there, and I wondering if I come by and pick it up."...

... still slightly groggy from a fitful night in the sack, I agreed... besides, being cooped up in this house all day with only T1G's journal to keep me entertained was getting old..

... "I don't care, man... c'mon over... ain't nobody here but us chickens... oh, wait... hey, if you don't mind, stop by a liquor store and grab a bottle of Scotch.. T1G's house is driazabone... oh, and maybe stop by a White Castle or something... I'll pay you for it when you get here."...

.. my new friend giggled, and said, ".. no worry, friend... you must be good, good buddy with T1G if he let you take care of house.. I be right over with Scotch and burger"...

... "Bitchin', dude, I'm starving"... and with that, I hung up...

... here is where it starts to get interesting, children...

... half an hour later, this gentleman showed up at the door with a bottle of Famous Grouse, a bag of mini-burgers, and a smile...



... "good morning... I T1G's friend, Wang"...

.... TO BE CONTINUED...