[Off-topic] enatefox:
let me tell you about this sweet old lady i know

she lives next door to me. she’s pretty old. but she’s also old school. she doesn’t use air conditioning if she doesn’t have to. she just opens the front and back doors, and lets the air flow through all day. cool right? tough old lady. doesnt need any of your new fangled air cooling whatsits. anyway so the other day i’m on the porch and this dude comes out from between the houses. scares the crap out of me. he’s got on some tiny jean shorts of the cutoff variety, a jersey type of shirt. in terms of whether or not he was dressed, i’d say he was getting by on a technicality. also a bandana tied around his head. not in the biker way but in the daniel son way. so he walks up and introduces himself. i’m going to leave names out for now but we can just call him gus. cause thats a funny name. so gus is asking me about what i do and telling me that he’s old friends with this old lady next door. lets call her beulla. cause thats even funnier. ok so he’s old friends with her. they’ve known eachother for a long time blah blah blah, here’s where it gets interesting. Gus starts asking me a lot of questions about what we’ve got in the house. he’s gathered that we are musicians but is curious to see if we have some sort of recording setup or anything like that. so i’m starting to get the vibe that gus is casing our house. which makes me very uncomfortable. so i start making weird faces at him, in an effort to let him know its time to either get to the point or go away. he briefly apologizes for asking so many questions without making his intentions known. he goes on to explain that Beulla has been seeing strange things in and around our house lately and he was here to inquire about them. here’s what she sees:

every night around “dusky dark” someone walks out of the house (this is my house mind you) and goes to the shed in the back yard. at this point there is some loud clicking noise that results in the emergence of a person who is dressed in a full set of armor. shortly after this the armored man is joined by others and they all have what seems to be “a meeting at the trees” for some sort of “oxygen cleansing ceremony” also it should be noted that there is definitely one of us that is “the preacher” and she’s not sure but it seems like we’re in some sort of cult. unless of course there is some strange explanation of these actions that she is not picking up on.

well darlin. i’ve often wondered if losing your mind is degenerative or all at once. i wonder if this lady knew she was going crazy and it frustrated her or if she just woke up one day and started seeing armored men and stuff. i hope it was the latter. all of the seniors i know are losing control of their bodies. can’t pick up things they used to. hard to move around. i can see frustration in their eyes. sometimes its just downright fear. fear of dying, maybe fear of being a vegetable. in any case its not something i ever want to have to go through, and i know i will. ugh.

anyway that got dark.

so i tell the guy that the lady is obviously crazy. and sure enough. he doesn’t believe me. he says he does. but i’m pretty sure he’s not convinced that we’re not drinking our own pee and worshiping magnolias and oaks. not sure. but its all good either way. gus and beulla seem very tolert