an hour and a half ago, i climbed in bed with
walden, (a book i’ve been wanting to read forever, and just now started and love) and planned on being asleep in under an hour. when i heard a skirmish outside. not a skirmish so much as a slight rustle and some whispers. tee-pee-ers. i kept reading, waiting for them to leave. when i heard the car drive away, i put on some clothes and went outside and in a fury, cleaned up the mess, and waited. inevitably the perpetrators again drove pass to see their art. but, to their surprise, nothing was there. as they got out and walked up to see what happened, and redo the whole ordeal, a flash went off and they took off running and screaming. they drove around the block and came back to me sitting with the bag of wadded up toilet paper. i helped them distribute it again, seeing as it was a gift for my sister. i’m a nice brother.
adam.
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