Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
08 May 2007
All the neighbors want to know.
I would be nosy too if every cop in town were out in bullet proof vests hiding behind cars on my street and then it was in the paper about the resident holding a gun to someone's head.
It's hot out and sunny. Everything about the day feels like it should feel perfect and there are so many flowers. The sky is bright blue and I hear one neighbor gagging and one neighbor hammering and all the other ones driving down the street. If neighbor Richard comes to his window right now, I will see him, but I planted the big ferns so he can't see me. My neighbor's brother over the fence working, I guess she is still in jail. I'm not sure. I don't think I'm going over there right now.
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