I turned the TV off and sat on the end of the bed. Mr. LaPierre’s Neighborhood? Really?
I know my GPS had gone on the fritz, but this was just – strange.
I heard a tap on the motel room door.
Some guy who looked like Mr. McFeeley from the Mr. Roger’s
show was in the hallway. I was getting
kinda spooked so I didn’t let him in.
“Whaddya want?”
“Just delivering a little “welcome to town” package for yeu”, he said, I assume used to not being let in
people’s rooms. “Whether ya stay er not,
yeu can have it as a gift. G’day to yeu…”. He slipped it under the door.
The package said “Welcome to Mr. LaPierre’s Neighborhood” on
the front. There were some old C Rations
in it, a little pack of 4 cigarettes, half a dozen AR-15 rounds and a little
kid’s CD.
It’s always something…
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