..and was woken by my across-the-alley neighbor playing a sound bite of a man's voice, over and over again. And it kept saying, "I am a good friend. I have removed all the parts of the corpse, except for the fingers. Your sister is not a liar."
I really have no idea what that was all about. Driving to work I realized one of the fundamental problems with living in Venice on Halloween - I can't tell, for the life of me, who's in a costume and who's just walkin' around.
