"I'm moved in all right. The place is too big. Too much space. Too much room for my imagination. I keep thinking the shit's haunted. I've been reading this book about the search for the physical source of the human soul, or evidence of the after life, and that EVP shit really creeps me out, even though I know it can all be ducting effects of the recorder."
Ah, yes, Anaheim. It was far enough from Los Angeles to at least not as perennially carry the dusty aroma of smog, and far enough from North Hollywood and Burbank to irritate his mischievous, yet artsy streak. Oh, well! And then like a lightning bolt, the idea struck him...
"After coffee, let's get lunch at Medieval Times." He spoke these words, after he'd ever-so-slightly, and audibly, drew in an excited breath. He was deadly serious. "On me."