A few of Amory's friends slept over after a late night early last week.

Just after arriving (a little after 11pm), one asked Amory what was up with the dude lying on the couch.

"That's Hesh," said Amory, "Jake's friend."

"What happened?" asked the friend.

"You know that brownie you just ate?"

"Yeah." 

"Hesh had three."

The next morning, the friend had to be somewhere early.  Amory woke him up, and the friend sat up in bed.  No good morning.  No thanks for waking me up. 

Just a bewildered: "Dude.  Hesh.  Three brownies.  What a savage."

Amory laughed and went back to sleep.

Hesh hadn't eaten any brownies.  I don't even think he'd had a beer.  He's just a little out of late night shape.  He's married.  He lives in rural New Hampshire.  He teaches high school.  And he fell asleep early.

And we forgive him.  This one time. 

Next night he hangs out he's staying up.  And eating brownies.