Editor’s note: Carl Miles, a frequent contributor to this page and a general uplifter of spirits, was severely injured by an intruder several months ago. We’re happy he has recovered enough to begin writing again.
About two months ago, I was lying on my couch about 1 o’clock in the morning. Someone knocked on my door, and I opened it.
A guy who must have been on dope was there. He said, “Do you have any money?” I replied, “No.”