Remember when I lived in Bucks County, and referred to the town in which I lived as “the Hellmouth”? Now, along with the Arctic cold, the weirdness has moved south and my quiet little neighborhood has turned into something from Twin Peaks.
The other night, there was a violent rape at gunpoint by two teenage boys, about a quarter-mile from my house.
That same night, a young man who stabbed his mother to death in their home.
And Saturday, they found a dead body, floating in the Delaware River behind the local rec center.
Maybe it’s me?