Guy made it big in the advertising business and burned out. He took the money and ran, buying a medium sized farm in very rural Vermont, at the end of a dirt road. He had the house remodeled, and move it.

He went to town once a month, and that was it. No conversations, no friends, just delightful privacy.

About 6 months into this a very large, coarse, bearded guy beat on his door. He answered.

"Hello. You've lived here long enough, I thought I'd invite you to a neighborhood party this Saturday."

Guy thought a moment, figured it was about time to get acquainted. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Gotta warn you. Might be some drinkin'. Might be some drugs."

"That's OK, I can hold my own."

"OK, good. Might be some fightin'. And some sex."

"Sounds good. What shall I wear?"

"Don't matter. Jes goin' to be the two of us."