This seems innocuous enough until you learn that two of these stickers were slid under my door, and the very few people who know where I park have disavowed knowledge.

So, I don’t know what to make of it.

I have no idea who placed them, why, or the reasoning, which is frankly maddening. At least one of these would be nice to have.

I instead have a pair of stickers that could have come from 1999, when I blew up my life for the second time.

I mean, that’s oddly specific terminology on a sticker.