Pancho’s Villa, the infamous purveyor of Robitussin refried beans and my next door neighbor, is no more. They have packed up their wares and disappeared into the night.
I have yet to determine if there is a correlation between this event and the disappearance of the Post-Yuletide tumbleweed, which was notably absent from my yard this morning. My brother suspects another of my neighbors, his brother-in-law Mark, who lives down the block and is known for being something of a prankster.
Probably a more likely culprit than either wormholes or space aliens. Less interesting, sadly, but certainly more plausible.
hmmmm.. wonder how much the rent is? looking for studio space… (and a neighbor who wouldn’t complain about noise).