Sleepus Interruptus

            I was startled from a deep sleep by a loud bang. It was more like an explosion than a bang. It was three in the morning. I was laying in bed when I heard a second explosion. I got up to see if I could figure out what was going on. If the neighborhood heard the noise they weren't bothering to get up. Not even the dogs showed any interest. All was still. 
            I heard a popping sound and then a loud buzzing sound. Black thick smoke was billowing in the air. I figured a transmitter blew or something. I went back to bed and listened. I heard a fire truck in the distance. The firemen turned off their sirens as they approached. It was as though they didn't want to wake the neighbors.
             The next day I took a walk to see if I could figure out what had happened. I was looking up at the transmitters, but they all checked out in good shape. (I was pleased to see that there were quite a few new ones). I kept walking. There's a windy road that leads to the top of the hill. I followed it up. I soon discovered what caused the racket. There was a burned out BMW. The heat had exploded its windows. Glass was scattered about. I inspected the carcass. There was nothing left but a burned out shell. I was trying to figure out if the fire was set intentionally, or if it was poor engineering. I never did figure it out. It was irremediable damage of the strangest kind.

Cleaning the Galaxy

            I spend my Sunday evenings at the hippie compound. They're not really hippies, but there is a communal element to their domicile. They have a fire pit, and we play music. There's a matriarch who is the brains of the outfit. She asked me if I had written during the week. I mentioned the blog I wrote about William Shatner and Star Trek.
            I have dreams about removing trash from the galaxy, she said.
            How do you do that, I asked.
            I fly from star to star and pick up the trash.
            How do you get from place to place? Do you will it to happen?
            She looked at me as if I were a dummy.
            I compress it. I use to fly around from star to star, but I realized it would take me a million years to finish, so I compress the galaxy. It's a lot easier that way.
            You mean like a digital file?
            She looked at me in a confused manner. I just do it!