American in Bedford. Life story aside, how does one make friends? I wasn’t even good at it back home, and now they’ve made me a parent governor. If that’s my only social outlet, I’m terrified I’ll become some kind of weirdo normal person.
Are there any esoteric cultists, dangerous outlaws, or menaces to society about that I can buy a drink for?
Well that Zucks. Hmmmm.
The local pub is charming. There’s a uke group that did a really cute Green Day cover once.