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To think odd things happen in three's. A few days ago I went outside to put out my garbage cans so they could be collected the next morning. Before heading inside I took some time out to enjoy my favorite thing. What is this favorite thing? If you answered a pre-rolled tobacco cigarette then you are correct and will receive a million Bali points. Right before I extinguished it, a strong gust of wind was followed by some lightning. Then all the visible street lights had gone out. Hmmm weird. I go back inside and was informed by my father that the electricity had gone out for a few seconds. Oh no! I had left my computer on and hoped that no major damage had been done to it. Whew! Computer was safe. All of my por.... I mean school work had been saved. About a half hour later the doorbell rang, I immediately went downstairs to see who it was. It was a Desi aunty with a dupatta over her head. Google image dupatta if you don't know what it is. She asked for my mom and when she was informed that she was asleep immediately ran away. Hmm. Weird. About a half hour later I went out for my last cigarette before bed. The street lights were still out so it was pretty much pitch black. Off in the distance I noticed a burly man who was walking with a hobble. I paid no attention to it because he was walking away from me. Then he started walking towards my direction. Holy shit. This dude looked like a football player and he was hobbling. I then saw it was my neighbor. I asked him if he was OK and he said that he was. He hurt his knee during Memorial Day while playing basketball. He also told me that he had crutches. Where were the crutches? Why was he hobbling around in the middle of the night looking like Jack the Ripper? Oh well. I then went inside and locked all the doors and windows. No more freaky shit was going to happen to me that night. I am Baliwala. The Trinity is real. That is real.