Tuesday, May 23, 2006

One Hour In

The helicopter is still flying over the house and the canyon. The main road to my house is closed and the police are standing by. My husband can't get home and the officer he talked with won't comment. Guess we'll find out in the morning, eh?

4 comments:

Reverend said...

We don't want to hurt you. Just want you to get the message. Next time, vote Republican.

E. Hunter Spreen said...

Ha! You're going to have to try harder than that, boy-o. I spent the summer in Humboldt once. This kind of harrassment was standard back then. And apparently, still used when the good folks up there vote for things like opposing the Patriot Act.

Reverend said...

Calm down hippie. That's just the weed talkin'. Our War on Drugs might be on the back burner for now, but once
we democratize the Terrorists we'll be back in Humboldt drying up your source. By the way, we know your source. We've been listening to your phone calls.

E. Hunter Spreen said...

So it's you who's been intercepting the pizza delivery. I knew it. Damn Republicans. Why don't you go through my mailbox and pay my Visa bill? I pay yours.