IT have no clue the names of my neighbors, nor do I care to ask. I don't call for help, cops, or ambulances. That is the way of an American.he lights in the night shine if there was perpetual day and the taste left after a meal is weirdly hollow.
If the air is turbulent enough, the mosquitos won't be able to do shit to me. And this is indeed the case. The mosquitos are no longer lighting on me. I see them zipping around in the distance. But they can't handle the cone of turbulence that currently envelops me.