Well got damn, I learned something new recently. I’ve been wrong in that I ASSUMED Daniel lived in the tower. I mean, if you had a fancy wizard tower full of whiskey, wouldn’t you live in that fucker?
Hells yes you would. I would too.
So I had a little run in with Tommy, who handles security and other shit on the property on account of I was showing up after dark and shouting up at an empty tower. Which I will allow is crazy alarming for a security guard. But as I said, I was laboring under a false assumption.
Though I say it was a reasonable as hell assumption for reasons I outlined earlier.
And I might have been a little drunk at least one of the times Tommy ran me off the property. I’ll own that. I had just gotten my ass handed to me by a couple of ladies in Dripping Springs drinking Octomore. Whole other story. Long one too. Forget about it. Not important.
Bottom line is, Tommy and I shook hands and are on good terms now. I apologized and promised only to shout at that fucker Daniel during business hours going forward.