I Whistle Past the Graveyard....
Last night I went out to dinner and laughed until my sides hurt. Stories of ridiculous behavior. And the popcorn. Then I walked home (40 minutes from the Slope to my pad) past the graffited warehousey part, past the cemetery. I had KT's lyrics going through my head "I whistle past the graveyard, not because I'm scared..." I thought about whistling but didn't. Then rounded the corner from 20th to MacDonald- big road, felt safer- and through the cemetery gates I saw a racoon scuttle to a tree. That fucker scared me. More than the 8 cold, dark, desolate blocks I had just walked. He stood right up on his hind legs, wearing that menacing mask among the headstones and watched me as I passed. I kept looking back. He kept being there. On his hind legs. Little paws in the air. I thought maybe it was the devil trying to stare me down.