Turns out it probably wasn't Satan outside the window earlier this morning. It was our neighbor, Hans Kibbling, who happens to be a dwarf. Anyway...blah blah blah...he was riding a jackal in circles in our backyard and, I guess, everytime they turned into the light the jackals eyes seemed red and Hans' unkempt morning hair appeared to be horns.
Also, the boxboy at the market who I thought was not of this world just turned out to be Dutch.
So, alas. Perhaps tomorrow something interesting will happen.
Oh, and my wife wanted me to make sure I clarify my thoughts on all Cubans being insane. They're not. Just her relatives.
Well, that answers some questions.. while raising several others..
ReplyDeleteI find your blog frightening and tragic -- which are the qualities I search for in all my blog-reading pursuits!
ReplyDeleteI am SO coming back for more.
And please -- beware the Dutch!
Tom
Well, Takineko...I do live in the San Fernando Valley. Things happen here...strange things. Yes, indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnd you were worried you life was uninteresting?
ReplyDelete~searches for jackal owning laws in California~ Hmm, something's still not adding up here...