2019. Another lousy day at work, after a long run of lousy days at work. Arrived home to find a strange car parked in our backyard. An old Toyota with filthy windows. I popped my bicycle in the basement thinking the nerve. Grabbed a grocery bag and ran to the store. This was a Tuesday, I think the eighteenth of March.
The car was still there, I wrote a note in the rear window’s dirt. This car parks wherever the F it wants. I truly don’t remember which finger I used. I noted a torn hardware store bag with some rope and rolls of duct tape. Really.