Dear Stranger,

Though I have gotten to know you well within the past few weeks through the “long” evenings at work, much of you is still an enigma to me. Furthermore, much of what I do know about you can be considered “strange.” Not that it’s a bad thing; in fact, it’s pretty intriguing, no lie. For instance, I find it strange that you like roaming the cemetery at night, and laying on tombstones to “feel alive.” I’ll take you up on one of your invites, and I do look forward to scouting Forest Lawn one of these nights…I just don’t want to get caught. I find it appealing that you can get along with others at a moment’s notice, though I can easily tell when someone grinds your gears. Well stranger, borderline-friend, I’m ready to dive into the dark fearful strangeness that we call the “cemetery.”

MJD