When I say that weird things happen to me, people think I'm exaggerating.

So friday I checked my mail and found a package. I love getting packages. But this one, addressed to me, was from a lawyer in Conneticut. Stephan B. Goodard, Attorney and Counselor. That's weird, I thought, but I figure whatever was inside would clear up the question of why a lawyer I've never heard of, in a far away state, would send me a package.

Inside was one thing, The Complete Prose of Woody Allen, hardcover.
That's it. No note, no explanation.






I'm so confused.