The things that drives you crazy
Ya, just when you think it’s gone into remission, stuff like this…
So I had this dream last night. I get a letter from an old friend of Theresa’s. She claims Theresa never died. She was part of some cult of 2,500 students who left Canada in 1978 and started a colony in Barbados. This friend claims to have seen Theresa at a Frank Sinatra concert in the Caribbean in 1979 (Richard Nixon was in the audience too – whatever-the-fuck that has to do with anything.)
As proof, the friend offers up information about a bank account in Theresa’s name in Barbados that has seen regular activity for the past 26 years.
Why – oh why – does the mind work this way?