Welcome

At 123 Dusty Meadows there is a small, run-down shack with an un-mown lawn and a broken-down car. The door to this shanty is always open the porch light on, and the television blaring. According to folklore, there is said to be a man living there. They say he is a lunatic, coming and going constantly, pushing around a shopping cart everywhere he goes. No matter what time of day, you can always hear laughter coming from his house. Kids dare each other to walk up to the man’s house out of utter curiosity, and parents tell their children of the unspeakable dangers that await inside. But despite the tales, laughter and giggling, like that of a little boy, flow out of the house in a never-ending stream. A floodgate of joy and happiness welcoming to all. Curious? The doormat says welcome and the door is always open? Why not? The porch light is on. He’s inside.

Welcome to my mind.