08 January 2003


Sonya and I looked at a house Uptown tonight. It's not quite what we want and we're not going to buy it, but here's the thing:

In the back yard, the back wall wasn't a fence but an old, abandoned and extra-creepy church. There was even an old, none-too-strong-looking door coming out of the church and into the back yard.

"Creepy," Sonya said.

"Yep," I agreed, "and you know what lives in abandoned churches. Squatters. Hobos. Vampires. Ghouls. Zombies."