Wow. I started this blog because I kinda fantasized I was someone that strange things happened to. But today was way stranger than anything I could have dreamed up. I'm tempted to start it with a joke to blunt the emotion of it, something like this: I ran into an old friend today... thing is, I ran into her allright -- with my bicycle. You see, I was on my way to work, speeding through the woods, and she was stretched across the path. I mean, her body was stretched across the path, at the bottom of a hill. I didn't see anything until it was too late. So the bike went flying, and me with it. After I hit the ground, I lay there for a little while, kinda dazed, then got up and checked out what had happened. She was dressed in a red robe, and her head was shaved. And I recognized her, too. Her name was V. She was someone that I'd hooked up with once, back when we were both going to school at The Rock. But she'd had a boyfriend. She wasn't moving, and I tried taking her pulse and couldn't find anything. My fucking cellphone was dead, so I had to ride into town to get help. It took a little while for me to find a cop, and for us to get back to the scene. But when we finally arrived, she was gone! That cop seemed kinda pissed at me for dragging him all the way out there. But I was a mess the rest of the day, and my boss let me leave early. I went back along the bikepath to look for any clues. The marks where my bike hit the ground were still there, and V still wasn't. It got me to thinking. The last time I'd seen V had been at this mind reading gathering, hosted by this guy named Oslowe, back when we were in school. And that was when it occured to me: Oslowe had worn a red robe, too.
I need to go get a drink.