Jim’s wounds had clotted. His hair was matted with dried blood. His lips were dry and split, indicating he’d been lying there for a while. He could see his car up the hill, wrapped around the tree.

Even after all the pain, Jim still thought his tweet was worth it.

Keith is a rugged outdoors-man and avid sealclubber-clubber. He hails from a higher dimension where time and space hold no sway over Keith’s majestic infinity.