56 - Shoutout to Alex

Last night, we heard someone calling for “Alex” in the ravine. We thought it didn’t sound like a cat or a dog’s name, and were concerned that it might be a human child. After I played like birdshit, I stopped to get Vanessa a coffee and there, at the coffee stand, was a flier for Alex the missing parrot. I wonder if my moon ball off the tee at the second hole hit him.

Cash to Ramona: $40