Chihuahua? Raccoon? Chupacabra?
Today Brandon skipped school so we could hang out and write "Circadian Rhythms", but we just couldn't stick a spigot in our creative juices. So instead we drove around in the impenetrable coating of fog that engulfed Milwaukee and listened to so much Fratellis that our heads throbbed.
We wound up at the lakefront, where we walked the misty shoreline and stumbled upon (literally, stumbled upon) a week-old, fur-stripped, bloated and waterlogged animal of some sort. Its skin was taught and blackened and bubbling out in greenish ripples and it's bones were jutting upwards and it was flipped over onto its back, about three feet in length and equally wide.
Once Brandon and I comprehended was it was, there was like ten seconds of silence as our faces dropped and nausea set in, and then we just kinda latched onto each other from our respective places of ogling and went, "Ehhhhkk....kkk..kk..." and twitched for a bit. When we swallowed the lumps in our throats we managed,
Me: "OH...my God what is it?! Is it...is that a rat- Brandon is that a rat!?"
Brandon: *shudders* "...Not a rat."
Me: "Is it a rat do rats get that big what is it holy fuck it's huge!"
Brandon: "Not a rat...move back it stinks."
Me: *backs up slowly and drags Brandon with me* "Is it a dog..is it like...is it a dog?"
Brandon: "I don't know...Ehkkkk...I don't know."
Me: "What the fuck should we call the humane society or like...the police?"
Brandon: *lights cigarette nervously* "No...um...no...no."
Me: "Should we...poke it?"
Brandon: *laughs* "Don't poke it, it'll explode on us. Don't poke it." *takes nervous drag* "Don't."
Me: "Is it a dog? What the hell OH MAN this is gross where do kids learn that poking dead things is appropriate? Is that a television thing? Do anthropologists do that? When they found 'Lucy' in Africa did they poke her? I think it's a rat."
Brandon: "Wanna know something sad? This is probably the most interesting thing that's happened to us in the past three weeks. Damn this town." *backs away further*
Me: "After we leave here we could go to the morgue? Liven things up, y'know."
Brandon: "That was a bad pun."
Me: "Sorry. Should we bury it?"
Brandon: *removes his hat as a gesture of respect* "No. I'm not touching it or the ground near it. But, thank you dead thing, you made our pathetic lives in Milwaukee this much more interesting. Do you want to say anything?"
Me: "I think it's a rat."
We wound up at the lakefront, where we walked the misty shoreline and stumbled upon (literally, stumbled upon) a week-old, fur-stripped, bloated and waterlogged animal of some sort. Its skin was taught and blackened and bubbling out in greenish ripples and it's bones were jutting upwards and it was flipped over onto its back, about three feet in length and equally wide.
Once Brandon and I comprehended was it was, there was like ten seconds of silence as our faces dropped and nausea set in, and then we just kinda latched onto each other from our respective places of ogling and went, "Ehhhhkk....kkk..kk..." and twitched for a bit. When we swallowed the lumps in our throats we managed,
Me: "OH...my God what is it?! Is it...is that a rat- Brandon is that a rat!?"
Brandon: *shudders* "...Not a rat."
Me: "Is it a rat do rats get that big what is it holy fuck it's huge!"
Brandon: "Not a rat...move back it stinks."
Me: *backs up slowly and drags Brandon with me* "Is it a dog..is it like...is it a dog?"
Brandon: "I don't know...Ehkkkk...I don't know."
Me: "What the fuck should we call the humane society or like...the police?"
Brandon: *lights cigarette nervously* "No...um...no...no."
Me: "Should we...poke it?"
Brandon: *laughs* "Don't poke it, it'll explode on us. Don't poke it." *takes nervous drag* "Don't."
Me: "Is it a dog? What the hell OH MAN this is gross where do kids learn that poking dead things is appropriate? Is that a television thing? Do anthropologists do that? When they found 'Lucy' in Africa did they poke her? I think it's a rat."
Brandon: "Wanna know something sad? This is probably the most interesting thing that's happened to us in the past three weeks. Damn this town." *backs away further*
Me: "After we leave here we could go to the morgue? Liven things up, y'know."
Brandon: "That was a bad pun."
Me: "Sorry. Should we bury it?"
Brandon: *removes his hat as a gesture of respect* "No. I'm not touching it or the ground near it. But, thank you dead thing, you made our pathetic lives in Milwaukee this much more interesting. Do you want to say anything?"
Me: "I think it's a rat."