Eve tagged me.
As Michael Corleone said—I will visit her soon.
Meanwhile, I’m supposed to list SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME.
The challenge, of course, was narrowing this down to SIX.
And I’m not sure what constitutes weird, but anyway…
SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME
1) With the possible exception of skin color, I look like absolutely no one else in my family, and like no one has within anyone’s memory or since the advent of photography.
(So if my REAL Mom & Dad are anywhere out there—send the limo to pick me up, please, and bring lotsa money).
2) I don’t like my food mixed on a plate. Yeah, I know, it gets mixed-up in your stomach. Don’t bother me with logic. This is MY weirdness.
3) I know the theme songs, including words, of virtually every tv show I saw before the age of 35. And yes, a mind is a terrible thing to waste…
4) I have seriously out-of-whack chi. I’m talking exploding glass, lots of electrical malfunctions, etc., etc. Don’t believe me. But lock up your good stuff when I come to call.
5) I’m a Mumford Supreme. People confide. Total strangers will start up conversations, and within 2-5 minutes tell me their most secret secrets. If I was into blackmail, I’d have enough stuff on people in this town to live comfortably for the rest of my life.
6) As a child, I had a constantly recurring nightmare. Scary stuff. I still think about it. I was walking down a dark alley. Dirt, soot, trash cans, dark bricks. I’m this little kid, all alone. The only sign of light is at the other end of the alley. From where I am, it looks like a door. I’m scared, I feel like crying. But I take one step. Another. I get this deep feeling of foreboding. Another step, another. I just know something awful is about to happen…closer. Closer to the doorway. It has a window shade over the glass. No, wait— it’s not a window shade…it’s like a movie screen. With a still picture. And suddenly that picture begins to shift, to move. Like a monster, slowly, horrifyingly coming to life. And I’m too frightened to run back into the dark, and I’m terrified and I scream, and I recognize that person, that person on the shade is…is…

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