For a few months he lets go of the stress of the big city, chops his own fire wood, grows his own vegetables and enjoys the natural splendor of his surroundings.
Then one day he hears a knock on his cabin door and finds a huge, hairy, gristled old lumber jack standing on his porch.
"Hi there," says the lumber jack "Ma cabin's on the other side of the ridge, havin' a little party on Saturday, thought maybe you'd come by."
"Sure," says the former businessman, "I've been living in solitude for months, so some company would be really great."
"Just gotta warn ya, there's a lot of drinking at these parties."
"That's fine. I used to have three martini lunches, so I can handle drinking."
"And there's a lotta fightin'"
"I lived in NYC in the 80s, I've seen my fair share of fights."
"And there's a lotta wild, freaky sex."
"Hey, it takes all types to make a world." says the businessman "But, just one question; what sort of attire would be appropriate?"
"Wear whatever you want." growls the lumberjack "'Just gonna be the two of us."
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