Hair and gun-point robbery
I had a dream last night about hair. I kept trying on wigs that were all these fantastic colors--like purple-- and I thought that I ought to get one until my hair grew out again. And then there was an odd dream tangent about lollypops.
Anyway, the house two doors up was broken into while our neighbor was there with a gun--you might not know this, Will. We're speculating that he was using the gun that was stolen from another neighbor's house, and that he was from the group home-- everyone always suspects the group home first, of course, but it's still likely. If nothing else, it's reasonable to expect that he lives in the neighborhood.
Now the whole family's on edge, but on the other hand, no one likes having to live like that and no one really wants to be bothered with vague, ineffectual precautions.
Aha! And I have jeans. No one had better well steal my jeans after that arduous process.
Anyway, the house two doors up was broken into while our neighbor was there with a gun--you might not know this, Will. We're speculating that he was using the gun that was stolen from another neighbor's house, and that he was from the group home-- everyone always suspects the group home first, of course, but it's still likely. If nothing else, it's reasonable to expect that he lives in the neighborhood.
Now the whole family's on edge, but on the other hand, no one likes having to live like that and no one really wants to be bothered with vague, ineffectual precautions.
Aha! And I have jeans. No one had better well steal my jeans after that arduous process.