16 December 2008

Dear Helicopter Pilot(s):

I don't know what the fuck was happening in my neighborhood all night, but I really must thank you for flying so low that it sounded like you were landing on the roof of the building next door (or that you were crashing through the roof and landing upstairs) not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES over the course of the night.

Because, really, I don't need to sleep.


Yours in Christ,

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