I just ran over a raccoon on the freeway. I love raccoons. Yeah, maybe it was rabid, and would have bitten a small child tomorrow if it had survived, but I don't know that. If my good karma lets me do a heroic deed, it sure picks a funny fucking way of cashing itself in. At least my brakes worked earlier today when two small children, about 7 and 4 years old ran out in front of my car.
This day was almost entirely good.
Demand We Were Wolves!!!
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