I was in my army-man pj pants from target a few minutes ago when there was a knock at the door. It was two guys in suits, but it was the kind of burgundy accented three piece that’s never the police. Oddly enough I have had suited officers of the law knock on my door, but anyway.

I uttered the words, “I don’t need to hear any bible versus either,” with the Pixies song “This Monkey’s gone to heaven” in the background, specifically the line, and if the devil is six then GOD IS SEVEN.

I’m as in love with irony as a person gan get. And actually the second guy asked if he could ask me a question and even I’m reticent to be a jackass for no reason so I let him. “how old are these houses,” he said. I answered him. My house was built in 1916. that’s 91 years old. He told me there was a brick company in town back then and that a lot of these old houses have the same bricks. He said that he would like to talk longer next time we meet. I’m cool with that, but I don’t need to talk about church.

I’ve noticed, when drilling through the walls here, that there is a different kind of brick on the inside. Striated and yellow on the outside and morter-stained, irregularly-colored red brick on the inside. Interesting. We should drill through walls more often.

-M