Sorry if I Creeped You Out
guess I didn't realise quite how unsettling I made last night's chance encounter with tetchy ol' Jason sound. I mean, I was creeped out myself at the time, but I was also aware I was being irrational for being creeped out. I’m quite sure that Jason was not stalking my family, and had no reason to think such a thing beyond a whim to indulge idle urban paranoia. He was just an addled street bum who happened to cross my path, and I thought it was a striking enough interlude to relate in the faversham. I’m sorry for creeping out Mama Dog and Judy, and if anybody else out there was unsettled by the story, I’m terribly sorry. We’re all fine around here and the only creepy crawlies we see are the occasional silverfish in the back half bath which in practical terms is really quite a bit worse than a muttering weirdo whom I’ll likely never see again.