Getting Drunk with Bernard

Karl: I eventually get tired of laying in bed and I get up and start puttering around the house. I look at the calendar . . . Shit! I'm an asshole! I flip through my address book and finally find the number.

"Hello, Bernard old man, your notorious fictional nephew is back in town and idiot that I am, I missed your birthday. Let me treat you to your favorite restaurant, please?"

After all the shit that has gone down since I hit town, I could really use a night with my friend.

( We'll go someplace we both can enjoy. )