weirdos from another planet
Sunday morning, as I was riding my bike to Buckhead to retrieve my car, I noticed something strange. Dozens of people were out jogging, at eight o’clock, on Sunday morning! Freaks.
Eventually, I arrived in Buckhead Village. I expected to find that my car had been stolen or towed. Amazingly, not only was my car still there, it was boot, parking ticket, and flyer free. Even more impressively, the radio was still in it and there were no bullet holes.