I'm talking to my grandson Jeffery or calling the police on suspicious youths.
This was in 1947 when I finally got that promotion, $63 dollars a week was nothing to sneeze at.
One day you're a normal fella minding your Ps and Qs when a Wendigo comes at ya, you end of seducing it some how and it grants you immortality! Darnedest thing! Well now I haven't aged in fifty some years and I'm pretty peeved about it. But more peeved about how this quiet neighborhood has gone to heck, pardon my French!