A strange girl once said to me: "Maybe you're a vampire, and this fire escape is a perch, and this loft you live in is your lair."
"You're saying I hide from people."
"I'm saying maybe you're a vampire."
The girl watched a lot of TV. And she was a little too fascinated by the giant neon cross that hangs in the sky after the moon comes up over my fire escape.
The cross sits atop a church up the road, almost invisible during the day, and the name on the sign out front reads: God's International Church of the Sovereign Individual.
Which really does sound like something you'd see on TV.
It takes an alien to get that channel.
She even looked like one.
Remember rabbit ears? She had a pair of those.
"It's a crow's nest," I told her.
"Ship in a bottle," she said.
