It was not my night tonight. I caught some garbage when I was trying to catch a fish, and then I saw Crazy Redd was selling the calm painting for the third time in four weeks! Oh, and I got attacked by a tarantula and passed out. Twice.
I was not in a good mood. So when Bud told me he wanted to move out of town, I wasn’t in the mood to argue. I just let him go.
Maybe next week will be better.