Hey, Hunter. Happy birthday.
I guess, yeah.
Just about. I’m sure you know the feeling.
Well, I don’t know German.
Because I can’t grow a mustache.
I genuinely thought you would be more helpful than this.
Huh. Yeah.
Fuck. Yeah. You’re right.
You, too. Hey, Hunter? Thanks.
Heh. No use boarding up the windows when the rain got a key.
Take care of yourself, man.
Hunter is born the 23rd
Right, but with the time difference, that comes out to two days or so.