It has long been a running joke at my house that it is in fact bugged. The reason for this is Kirky's incredible knack for predicting what TV commentators are about to say. This is easily explained by his love of sports and the mindless drones that tell him about the sports we're watching. However, this joke recently took a terrifying turn towards what I now believe to be a reality. My house is bugged. And not just microphones for audio eavesdropping, but cameras as well. I came to this realization this weekend. While watching the hockey game Saturday night, Kirky texted me to inform me that I was above the urinal in the Fieldhouse bathroom. Thinking it to be a joke, I began prodding for the punchline. I was informed that it was no joke, and that someone had placed a picture there with a disturbing resemblance to myself. I went to investigate, and found this...
I don't know where this came from or why it ended up in a public bathroom, but I'm terrified. Someone clearly knows where I live, where I like to go, and has the means to observe me in what I thought was a private residence. This feels like an introduction to what will surely be more convincing leverage. Perhaps they want something from me? Maybe they want me to do something for them? Maybe I've just been watching too much Burn Notice? I'm thinking about dropping off the grid now. Maybe I'll try to find Ali's neighbor. She seems pretty legit.
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