How’s your desk looking today?
It’s a sweaty Tuesday at MC HQ because our air conditioner—a temperamental son of a gun at the best of times—has decided not to show up today, and some kind of handy dude is waiting until all’s falls quiet before sporadically launching into a series of the most heinous bangs you imagine. The magazine’s late, everyone’s on the brink of getting seriously pissed off, and then along comes Ralphy. Chopping wood, grilling fish, and getting tubed in the middle of the wilderness in Canada. God dammit Ralph, thanks for kicking a man while he’s down.