I got another call from Boris. You know him, Boris the mover. You come home after a long day at work and listen to your phone messages, and there he is.

This time, Boris must have been psychic. When he asked in his thick Russian accent (no really, he sounds just like one of those cliché Hollywood extras who played the bad guy in all those Cold War, anti-Soviet films of the 50s-90s) if I was going to be moving in the next six months, I actually sat and listened to the whole message. Usually it's just "Oh for heaven's sake, Boris the mover has spammed my phone again," but this time...not so much.

You see, I've been thinking it's time. Pack up the Pigdump paraphernalia, point the compass north and move on.  The rent is going up again. The job sucks. Winter in the city is a joke.

And then Boris called. I do believe it's a sign. Or maybe it's just phone spam. And what's he doing reading my mind anyway? Can I trust a guy named Boris and his "2 athletic guys and a truck"? Do you know what I'm talking about? Has Boris called you too? I bet he has. And what does he say? Did he force you to change your life? To move when you didn't have to? And why "in the next six months"? Does he know something that we don't know? Eh? Think about it.

Thanks and good luck.