It all started in late summer. A small twin engine prop plane began flying lower in the sky than i’ve seen before and dipped lowest above our house. thats about the same time dad started acting a bit…strange.

“You bring your umbrella with you today son?! my dad would say. “Dad its been sunny as shit, just like every other day in death valley” I would reply. “why do you keep asking us that?

he would dodge the question and begin spraying fabreeze by bottle on every inch of my house. The floor would make a wet squish with every step after words. like a linen scented swamp. Shit was weird.

One day i saw pops chatting with this guy in a naval captains hat, hawaiian shirt with maitais cocktails on it and rainbow flip flops. He was looking pretty angry. I’ve been hearing about a guy like chatting with other neighboers recently. Nobody had a good thing to say about him. all muttering something about not paying, and what a load a crap. and oh shit really? It was tough peicing together what they where talking about but i didnt want to make a stink about it.

Then it happened. pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeww…PLOP! blue stained caca bomb’s dropped from the sky.

“I can’t believe that son of bitch did it” dad said clutching his opened umbrella in the dinning room. “where’s your umbrella shithead!?”