Not sure. I'm wondering if it may have been triggered by some sort of alcoholic interaction with the local city services. About a year or so back, I fell down on the ice and almost cracked my head open while out drinking. At the time, my feeling was to just say "fuck it, I'll lie here and die." But a really cool Irish cop drove me home after I cracked him up with some jokes and then I started getting Narconon advertising letters in the mail for about 6 months. Then I recently almost burnt my fucking house down after passing out while cooking glazed meatballs and the fire department came and sorted it all out. I was thinking this may have triggered something as well. Or, possibly one of my neighbors are trying to be irritatingly thoughtful.