My effin friend Joe

Joe is my friend. Joe just got back from Iraq (though he's goin back in two weeks). I tell Joe i'm going to visit him. I says "Joe, i'm coming to visit you, SIR". Joe says ok.

I drive an hour down to the southern end of delaware with Joe's incomplete directions. I said I would call him when I get to his neighborhood and he can direct me. I get to Joe's place. Joe is sleeping. Joe does not pick up the phone. I get mad at Joe.

I am in Joe's neighborhood, without his address, just wandering. Joe's sister picks up Joe's cellphone. She says hold on, I'll wake him up. Joe doesn't wake up. I don't get his address. Joe continues to not pick up the phone. Thank you useless sister.

Finally as a last resort, I call Tata (one of my favorite girl's by the way) and she just so happen to remember Joe's street name. With some blind luck, we managed to stumble across Joe's house buried deep within a residential complex. Luckily Joe drives a car that's fairly easy to spot (Toyota Matrix).

Joe was still sleeping when we went inside.