And It Just Gets Weirder

I wish to retract my statements from last week's post. I had a weirder one. I suppose I had best begin at the beginning. After all, they say that's a very fine place to start. Yesterday morning, Aaron and I went up to Mt. Spokane for an afternoon of skiing. By about three, we were pretty much done, so we ate a late lunch of pasta and snow-cooled beer. We cranked up the Beatles on the car stereo, and ate in snow-thrones carved into an embankment by the car. Needless to say, it was classy. After getting home, we watched some football, more because it was something to do than anything else. I slept for a bit, and then we started watching Lethal Weapon. At about nine o'clock, this guy knocked on the door of Aaron's apartment, looking freaked out and a bit worse for wear, and asking to use the phone to call the police. He then told the 911 operator a convoluted tale of threats and violence, which really freaked Aaron and I out. The cops came and picked the guy up, and we found a bit of drug paraphenalia that the guy had left in the trash can. Needless to say, this was quite frightening. I'll let you figure out the implications of this, because I honestly don't want to think too much about it.