Hair of the Frog: Went big, went home

I stepped into the blazing Saturday morning sun with only one thing on my mind. Revenge.

Well, actually two things. Where the hell was Jerf?

I had been texting him since sunrise.

Finally, a familiar chime signaled an unfamiliar message.

“Dude, I’m clean and sober!”

Luckily, this just meant he was showered and headed to the liquor store.