Sick of the city, Sam quits his job and moves to Minnesota, as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. After six months of isolation, someone knocks on his door. A huge bearded man is standing on his porch.
Name’s Lars, the man says, from down the road. Having a party Saturday. Wanna come?
Definitely, says Sam. After six months out here, I’m ready to meet some people.
Gotta warn you, says Lars, there’s gonna be some drinkin.’
No problem: I can drink with the best of them, says Sam.
More’n likely gonna be some fightin’ too.
Well, I like people, Sam says. I’ll be there.
Lars starts to walk away, but then turns back. I seen some wild sex at these parties, too.
Not a problem, says Sam. I’ve been alone for six months! Just one question, though: What should I wear?
Lars shrugs. Whatever you want. It’s just gonna be the two of us.
— The Beer Goggler | Sometimes, All It Takes Is One More Drink…