Here's a pretty interesting thing.
I was weeding the garden today and i found a used bullet. This doesn't exactly placate my fears that the house i live in used to be brimming with disrepute; a few months ago this exchange took place:
2pm, Saturday.
Policeman 1: ...So where is he now?
Tully: Well he left the house and went off into the park, and last time i saw him he'd gone around the corner.
Policeman 2: Could i grab one of your names?
Tully: Yeah. Tully... Hansen.
Policeman 1: So, he LEFT your house?
Tully: About a minute before you guys arrived. Then we ran outside.
Paul: Yeah. He came in about a half hour ago, knocked, then walked past me and into the... the kitchen?
Tully: Yeah, out the back, we just assumed he was a neighbours kid.
Paul: I thought he'd lost his ball or something. Then he came back into the corridor, turned the light on and opened the door under the stairs...
Tully: He turned the light on?
Paul: Yeah, he turned it on, then opened the door, then shut it, then he ran on up the stairs. He was looking around but i don't think he knew where he was.
Tully: Nina and i went up after him, he went into a few rooms, then came back downstairs and went into another room.
Paul: He was scowling and making animal noises and he locked himself in there, then later he just came out and left the house.
Policeman 1: And this was just before we arrived?
Tully: Yeah.
Policeman 1: How strange.
Paul: I think he wasn't... right. He really didn't know what was going on.
Policeman 1: And how big was he?
Tully: Oh, about... (gestures)
Paul: About ten, i'd say.
Policeman 1: ...ten? Weird.
Tully: He was wearing a Carlton singlet.
Policeman 1: Oh, ok.
Paul: He was about ten, longish hair, no shoes. I figured maybe his parents let him wander off from the game over at the MCG.
Tully: I thought he was homeless, maybe.
Policeman 1: Well... that's weird. We'll go look for him, i'm sure he's close by.
Policeman 2: Thanks.
Tully: It was just really odd.
Policeman 1: I understand, yeah. You guys have been here for about six months, yeah?
Paul: Yeah, about that.
Tully: Why?
Policeman 1: Well we have a bit of a story about the house, thats all.
Tully: Oh, thats... ok.
Policeman 1: Well we did an eviction on the previous tennants. Yeah, we had to come by and do the eviction, they weren't paying rent or whatever. But guess who came along to collect a debt from them on the day of the actual eviction?
Paul: Who?
Policeman 1: Chopper Read. He came and the guy didn't have any money, but he collected wine so Chopper left with crates of red.
Paul: Jesus.
If any of my friends find me hanging from hooks in he attic, just chalk it up to the general sketchiness of this particular piece of real estate. Is it possible that i'm typing this atop an indian burial ground? Anyone see Poltergeist? With that girl and the television?
...eh, you're too young.
