Spent from Thanksgiving to Christmas living in a magic cave house in the middle of Atlanta. My two best friends and I, originally seeking warmth, quickly transformed into a super race of bearded, anti-Snuggie recluses. The Blanket People. The Blanket People are a gentle people. Untidy? Sure. But, none the less, kind of adorable and sad. A shared language of grunts, gestures and occasional screaming piles of fur and yarn. The Blanket People are among you.
This was weird.
And that's Jett. And Grandpa...and Sabbath.
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