Remember when I got cocky about voting early Downtown because I was concerned about long lines Election Day and having to find my way to the polling place and back, standing around some school or firehouse or pervert’s garage?

My polling place is the clubhouse of the apartment complex we live in.
Heading home from the bus stop, I walked past it.
There wasn’t much of a line, either. But then, my neighbors… they’re kinda… creepy. (As if I’m any better)