*p00f!*

I live at the bottom of the orange line. At times, this is not the safest neighborhood to be in. At times, I’m stretching my legs across Boston in the middle of the night where only those who are up to no good and feelin’ good are out and about. In my travels, I’ve never been molested, requested, divested or arrested –

Now, you might be sayin’ to yourself, “Self, what’s he doing out at the middle of the night?”

Easy. I’m not getting into trouble. How’s that? Why I have an invisibility cloak!

It’s a formerly iridescent brown winter coat, with a big white button pinned on it. Throw that thing on top of me, and regardless how fancy everything else I might be wearing, I suddenly look like a homeless person. It’s QuaMoflague!

Unfortunately, this invisibility seems to have invaded other aspects of my life.

And now, it’s time to disappear.