In response to Matt Forney’s deluge of non sequitur “questions” (Asking shit like: “Why would you leave a door unlocked if you can see into the future and tell that the somewhat elevated risk of rape in a building where there are generally a lot of good people and one neighbor who keeps crazy dudes as pets is going to turn out to actually become a data point?” [I paraphrase for comic effect] I have decided not to waste my Christmas Eve on that shit. His silly ass is blocked and I’m going to take a walk, enjoying the Mexican polkas that are apparently an LA Christmas tradition. Since I’m from Wisconsin, this actually kinda takes the edge off the homesickness. Have a very polka Christmas! If I get raped, though, the irony will probably cause me a fatal stroke, so wish me luck.