Departing 2020: Comic Book Club Style

A few months ago I’m about to head over to my friend’s house for an overdue hangout. The three of us haven’t seen each other in a while and we’re meeting in her backyard, masked, as we all have pending vaccination appointments. Honestly I get a little stoned beforehand to the point of developing slight paranoia centered around my Lyft driver having the same name as me and I don’t want to talk to him about that and “oh what’s your ‘Max’ short for? Oh, ‘Maxwell,” cool!” and fuck.

He miraculously does not talk to me the whole way over. I roll the window down, and at a…