RIDDLE ME THIS

I watch my house evolve before my rag filled palms: dusty to gleaming, a sick perversion for some. The smell of Fabuloso like amphetamine.

I knew I was middle-aged this year when I could no longer sleep until ten a.m. on a Sunday. My inner clock has turned into my great aunt Bertha’s. Five a.m. is when my brain tries to springboard into action, generally bellyflopping into work. But, why not catch a sunrise at the same time?

I carry the recycling and compost outside to the bins at seven a.m. I notice a car in the road that was not there when I came home last night at eleven p.m. Last night the street was empty

I stopped and laughed, where’d they get the cones from? Why? The street is empty. What the hell is this?

My time with Fabuloso has been ruined. I’m now sitting on my porch, hastily tapping this all out to you on my phone.

I have so many questions.

Yesterday, my friend called and told me he saw a psychic who told him a demon had been attached to him and for four thousand dollar she could remove it by capturing the demon in a crystal.

If any of you have any similar advice for me regarding this car, the absurdity of life, or anything else to share of this nature- please share in the comments.

Xo