For years my “Shadow” has been demanding that I buy fixer-upper safe houses for him in my name that he can use without his name being tied to where he is. Hmmm. Once in a while I run across those dwellings I think would be appropriate. Here’s one I saw on the Day-Off. I’m guessing it’s not too expensive. Great location though, next to a river, in the forest, on a one-lane gravel road in the mountains in an area in which LEOs fear to go, perhaps the most violent road in Western North Carolina.
“Dark humor” you say? You don’t know the half of it. None of it humorous. All dark.