shoot/shot/shooting up...How did you die?
I've become a dedicated jogger. I'm slow as shit but I love it. I need the exercise, ofcourse, but I'm out there doing what I do for the sheer adventure of it.
I see and find all manner of stuff. Mostly clothes and old photos but I've seen car accidents and arrests, domestic abuse and theft. I've been chased more than once by tweens who think it's a scream to scream, "Run, Forest ,RUN!"
I've started to carry mace.
Last night while cruising past the local boneyard I enountered 2 chicks filming from outside the fence. I stopped short and begged to know what they were looking for...The skinny one turned on her heels and extended her hand.
Firm shake.
Her: We are the South Philadelphia Pyschic and Paranormal Phenomenon Ivestigators.
Me: Ghost busters?
Her: Ever see TAPS? More like that?
Me: So what do you usually find? Do you really see stuff?
Her: Orbs. Bouncing light. We often record voices.
Me: I've heard some of that stuff on youtube. Spooky.
Her: We were in a cemetary recently where there happened to be a number of civil war soldiers. A member of our dedicated staff simply said, to no one in particular, "We are not here to harm you." We recorded a voice saying "GOTCHYA!" Our guy then said, "Tell us about yourself. How did you die?" The voice shouted back, "I can't. I was shot."
Me: Ghosts are smartasses. Have you noticed? They have their own wierd logic. Why is that?
Next morning I hit the bricks again. This time as I cruised by a parked vehicle on a small sidestreet I peered down to see a young guy with one of those ugly retard bowl-cuts so many south philly boys sport these days, sitting in the front seat shooting up. He saw me out of the corner of his eye and jumped like he'd seen a ghost.
I jumped.
Gotchya, dude.
Then I tried in my way to run like hell ...........which for me kind of looks like walking fast with a left-side limp.