I'd move to Connecticut and finally marry my soulmate, the mulletman.
He seems to haev some answers when I talk to him...
Like this one,
"Chris, do you have a cigarette."
or
"Chris, weren't you supposed to bring Mr. Sprinkles."
or
"Chris, it's Rick, what room are you staying in so I can come up and harass you."
May's comin Daddy, them herrin's gonna be hard to get, too.
Later,
Rick