August 24, 2004
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So yesterday, I'm sitting up on the deck, four stories up and reading a book. I hear voices, but don't see anyone, so I continue reading. After a few moments I hear a ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink and think "what the hell?" I look up from my book and see a yellow pole with a small brown paint roller floating over the edge. I still see no one, just this pole. I watch it and see it bob up and down running the length of the deck, then doubling back halfway. It leans in, rubs a little paint on the edge, then ka-chink ka-chinks on its way. My life is so strange.
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