Over the weekend, I saw fighter jets fly overhead.
Fighter jets are not something we see every day here in Suburbia. Or ever.
Today, I was awakened by the sound of a helicopter flying over our house.
Separately, these two incidents might not add up to much. But taken together, I now realize that either a) the government has found out who I really am or b) there are chupacabras in the area.
Either way, I'm screwed.
If you don't hear from me for a few days, you'll know why.
Song of the day: Pure by Lightning Seeds
Wanted Man
