The green flash? Not fiction. I always thought it was. There’s some fucking nutjob roaming around Arlington putting plastic bags on women’s heads. Like not in a dada art installation way. Fuck, I just looked at the computer generated police sketch and I think I’ve seen this guy. He’s a homeless guy who’s very sketchy and has been confrontational once or twice on market days. I was actually primed to get in a fight with him a few weeks ago but he evidently thought better of it and moved on. Hmm.

Oh, and I have two more friends with blogs (one new friend, one new blog) so I’m feeling guiltier and guiltier for not updating this on a more regular basis.

Work tomorrow, the usual, so I should go the fuck to bed (as usual). If you’re around tomorrow, drop by. I owe about a million people calls and emails, apologies to all, I still love each and every one of you.