This is the story of how we met Jeff. Or, anyway, how we re-met him. We knew him in college, but since then we lose contact with him now and then. He comes and goes as he pleases and trying to keep track of what he’s doing at any given moment is pretty much futile, especially if one uses logic or rationality to try to predict his actions.
Still, he’s welcome to sleep on the couch any time he likes. He’d just better watch out for the bear.