I came home and texted my brother Thomas who is the person I know most likely to appreciate a story such as this. I told him after all that had happened I felt like I was in a Hitchcock movie or the Twilight Zone. Thomas's reply?
"Makes you wanna wear high heels I bet. That's scary but elegant."
Pretty much the best thing ever. Made my day.
I was like -- I really like the way I look in my head. It's my face but like in a 1947 suit and heels and am I wrong or is that Cary Grant across the room?
So, to recap: Rat King --> Hearse --> Cary Grant
That's my life.
|Don't I look classy? Murder is no excuse for dressing poorly.|