Piff's Big Adventure
So, Scott had this gig at Malone's June 27. I'm partying, eating street tacos on the smoking patio in back of bar, and I get this text: Kirsten: Found Schultz in driveway. Put him back in house. Can't find how he got out. Me: OMG Thank you!!! Will check fence tomorrow. That should have been it. It wasn't. The next morning I'm walking Schultz before a busy ass day at the spa, and a neighbor on the corner comes running out of his house, waving his arms. "Eda! Eda! Wait! Oh thank God Schultz is still alive!?" I squint at him, fighting my hangover to understand what he just said. "Whaddya mean, 'Thank God he's alive!'?" His eyes were huge. "YOU didn't notice he was out last night?" "I got a text that Kirsten found him in the driveway and put him in the house. I think we accidentally locked him out when Scott was loading the amps and guitar." Sean shook his head. "Holy shit. You have no idea w...