Short, but sweet

Fortunately, I was too quick to judge the situation last night. It was around eight o' clock when Andy called my cellphone and asked, "Are you in Layton?" He was very distressed, as he had tried calling my house and my phone and nobody picked up. But, he explained, he still very much wanted to come over if that was alright, and I wasn't, you know, twenty miles away.

When I first started spending more time with Andy, I worried that he would turn out nothing like what I thought, and in a way, he did. I had always thought he'd be a little bit of a huge jerk once you got to know him. But as it turns out, he's incredibly nice. I actually had to ask him to stop apologizing about the rocky past we've had.

I just thought I'd let everyone know: Andy Widener is not a dick.