After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and
a huge, bearded man is standing there.

'Name's Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles
up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday
night. Thought you might like to come at
about 5:00...'

'Great', says Tom, 'after six months out
here I'm ready to meet some local folks
Thank you.'

As Cliff is leaving, he stops. 'Gotta warn you.
Be some drinking'.'

'Not a problem' says Tom. 'After 25 years
in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em'.

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.
'More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too.'

'Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right! .
I'll be there. Thanks again.'

'More'n likely be some wild sex, too,'

'Now that's really not a problem' says Tom,
warming to the idea. 'I've been all alone for
six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way,
what should I wear?'

'Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us.'