In which I out myself as the terrible person I most likely am, and complain a lot. Fair warning: I believe some of the things I’ve hereafter written, I’ve exaggerated most, some of them might be true and I definitely don’t bully that guy. I helped him move, we regularly eat dinner or have a beer together (when the world isn’t ending) when I’m not too busy talking about him behind his back we actually have a good time. May 11th 2020 - - - So, ...