It is, so FOX News was happy to tell me, April Fool’s Day. I am still on the clock for taxes according to the same source for the next twenty-three days.
However, today is Housekeepers day. And the small tale that follows Housekeeper swears is so and true. It is, according to all things strange, a bit bazaar.
Housekeeper’s hubby had some friends. Had in the sense the friends have passed on and no longer care about things earthly.
The friends were heavy users of drugs, recreational as they are. Their dealer was a person of definite desires – he wanted his money for the product delivered. Like, Housekeeper tells me, he would, should you abuse his credit, come over and take an equivalent personal property to satisfy the debt. As Housekeeper expressed it, he would take your Harley if he felt that would do it.
Hubby’s buddy fell behind in paying for his drugs and the dealer came over and took the man’s wife, and told him that when the debt was satisfied he could have his wife back.
Time, an indeterminate amount, did pass and the drug user didn’t pay his debts. Then received a phone call. From the Dealer.
Come get your wife, the dealer said, she costs too much. And forgave the debts, and the user told the dealer he might keep the wife.
It didn’t bother him not to have her.
Well, the user and the wife were reunited and sometime later the wife got high and walked out onto the highway if front of a Semi that couldn’t get stopped.
From the reaches,