Four years ago this week, a young man saved his sister from a would-be rapist who had broken into her bedroom. The news story became the “Bed Intruder Song.” Quite a lot of money was made. (There’s even a tribute album.) Somewhere, that rapist walks the street feeling cheated out of his share of the money and living with his secret. He can never tell a soul.
I’m seeing all my friends as often as possible before I move, which means my schedule is insane. If I owe you a return email or return Tumblr message, thank you in advance for your patience. Also, we all know how insane the app is and I’ll be on the iPhone app much more than usual during the moving chaos, so thank you in advance for your understanding of autocorrect weirdness and message-gobbling. :)