More drama

I've been trying to get Dolores to use Craigslist to drum up so scratch but the only web access she had was in cleaning along the ceiling of the bathroom stalls in back of the laundry room. The showers there leave you just about as damp as the clothes coming out of the dryers.  But I did get a woman I was dating (dumped for dissing the park) to gift her and Willy a free laptop that had had a dead battery and no longer picked up wireless signals. But that was before Dolores cast some spell on it and her witchy words soon got it working like a champ and stealing wireless signals fresh out of the ether. Soon enough it had her and Willy scrunched up on the bed watching bootlegged movies from overseas servers pretty much all day long. Then it started making this mysterious sound like some angry gear was trying to break out of its innards. Now, I’m no conspiracy theorist but would put down twenty bucks easy that Willy knocked it over and didn’t own up to it. Considering how tenuous his living situation is, and having very little in the way of a backup plan, this is smart thinking.

I stopped by their unit the other morning to apologize for the noise I'd made the previous evening by raising my voice in the yard but apparently they hadn't heard the commotion.  The lady-who-hates-me got my goat again and I was feeling a bit embarrassed about it.  I felt much better after Dolores mentioned the time Willy chased the lady-who-hates-me across the yard with a shovel.  "I shouldn't a done it", he allowed. We all agreed their are certain qualities about the window-peeker and park curmudgeon that could be considered certifiably evil in certain locals.  This lady-who-hates-me is better known at Dolores's place as Mrs. Kravitz, in homage to the busybody neighbor on the old Bewitched show, who just may have been the one to do in the first Darren.  And not to go spreading rumors about anyone but she is one raging, drunken, nutcase.  Just to give you fair warning.

It's been called the "Greatest Song ever written".  I don't know about that but Scott Blaney and I sure loved singing all the parts over and over again in the rear of some poor guy's math class back in the seventh grade. We sounded pretty good too.
Supposedly, Bohemian Rhapsody is about a young man who killed someone and, for some reason, sold his soul to the devil. On the night before his execution he calls for Allah, "Bismillah", and gets it back from Shaitan.
Rock on...