I have a Joe too now. he lives up the street. he's some kind of retired cop but also a member of the postal union but also gets some kind of kickbacks for security on private parking lots at stadium sporting events. ya know?

Vegas explodes into children, I honestly have never seen anything quite like it, the first warm day it's like cicadas, they HATCH OUT, making all kinds of noise in every of direction. You just hear their voices and whistling at various games or whatever at parks every twenty feet. 

But tucked in on every block is an old school couple, almost certainly polish and unioned up, and my such person is Joe (and Joyce but you never see her). Joe has mentioned in the past that he likes to gamble a fair bit, and he gets comped every single concert at falls casino a pair of tickets that his wife is mostly not interested in, so I could have them if I wanted sometimes 🤷🏻‍♀️ . he was a friend of the man (Doug) who used to live here whom he clearly still misses, and I keep Doug's mail so that Joe can bring it to him once a month in his nursing home. old people love to send cards 🤷🏻‍♀️

Oldsters (my mom's word) and kids are "my people", all evidence suggests. 

Today on my way to kick my own ass as is the best part of my days these days, Joe caught me in the driveway in the freezing fucking rain to just remind me of this fact and that did I know keith urban was coming up?...

If you think that isn't my mother coming in hot, you've never met her.

straight line - keith from This Time Last Year