Honey, They’re Home.

Well, the Bipolars came back.
Sonofabitch.
And I didn’t even recognize them. They came to the door, swathed in a pastel pink coat, sporting a soft blonde bob of a hairdo and jawing at delicious-at-first-but-prolly-lost-its-taste-after-five-seconds chewing gum.
And so, pleasant as they seemed, I invited them in. And I offered them a cigarette and asked them to sit [...]