these days of leiderhosen

...there are a lot of Russian bot traffic. Have you found anything interesting yet? Fondly, H.

To the Thief who stole the anti-depressant medication off the porch: I get it, I do. It's rough out there and if you haven't got a job to go to, I reckon this is one way to amuse yourself while we are all at work, paying our taxes. It was a package that could hold anything, anything at all. Something you could sell or ingest, left right out there in the open. Maybe you follow the USPS truck around and "clean up" after them. I was waiting for them, those bicolored capsules. With everything that was going on then I thought I had left plenty of room for the order. Before I ran out. When I ran out, I was fine for one day. On day two, I was tearful. Day three: hysterical. Four? Out of my goddamn mind and frightening all I encountered.  That has never happened before and it never will again. Never has the front of a Richmond-bound express seemed so inviting. This lasted for four days, while I argued with the mail delivery pharmacy and my insurance. No one could tal...