15 Facts To Boost The Ole Small Talk Game
Last night I went to bed early. After a day spent working on the new house with my wife and our two kids, I was dead tired. It was a beautiful summer night and we were all in bed by nine-thirty.
But it wasn't just that I'd been busy all day. It was more that I'd been having strange feelings lately; a feeling I couldn't put into words or even understand myself, but which was like a ghostly itch in my chest that I couldn't ignore. I didn't know why this bothered me so much, but for the last couple of weeks it had been nagging at me, and last night, finally, I decided to take action before it grew too powerful to be ignored.
I decided I would finally read the paper I'd found buried in the wall of the basement, the only remaining part of the house that had stood here before we bought the property. I took out the paper from my nightstand's drawer, unrolled it, and was astonished to find that it was just a list of fifteen facts. It went: