Jeff called last night for our daily/nightly phone call.
He said he was looking at a car to buy. A 1995 Cadillac STS. Or in my language: a boat on wheels.
He said once I'm done my job, he'd like to fly me out to Calgary and then we'd both drive back to Freddy. It's about a 4 day drive, and driving alone, I can understand, would be pretty shitty.
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