Well, two mysteries have been nicely wrapped up at once for me, as of a few days ago.
One was the question of who or what Robert the Fucking Doll was--some sort of predecessor for 'Chucky' in real life, right here in Key West.
The other was why, especially on saturday nights when it would happen several times, there would be large groups of people down on the street across from me (I'm on the third floor up here), listening to some geek dressed in black robes with a lantern. Then they will all shout something out at once in the middle of the speil.
Turns out the house 10 feet away from me--a spectacularly beautiful old example of Key West architecture--is the home of Robert the Fucking Doll.
For weeks now I've been tempted to open my window when they all shout and shout something back, but now I have a better idea.
"You little shit, eat my pizza again, will you?!! Where the fuck is my axe! I'll show you!!
No...NO...put down that knife, I was just kidding, Robert! Please, don't! GET AWAY FROM ME---EEEAAHHHHHHGGGGRRHH!!!!"
Then I could either allow silence to descend once more, or better yet throw a fucking doll out the window at them all covered with blood, or maybe with its head chopped off...



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