gustavratzenhofer wrote:Here's the plan: I will send out the word that I plan on visiting shewolf....
It was 6:30 this morning I was sitting on my porch, drinking the sludge that I call coffee and smoking a cigarette. Bean was still sleeping and the neighborhood was quiet .
Through the squeaking birds and the rustling of trees, I hear sirens. 4, 5, possibly 6 cop cars are blaring thier sirens all at once. I look around behind me, and at the corner of the street, I see a circle of cop cars. They have blocked someone in the middle . 3 have thier guns drawn, and 3 more are literally on the street laughing so hard they cant talk.
I get up and walk to the end of my yard for a closer look. A smell.... like none I have ever experienced, wafts up my nostrils. It is paralizing.
As I approach the curb, I realize what I smell.. crocodile ****.
As I stand on the corner watching these cops laugh,shake,and put away thier guns I see what is happening.
In the circle of cop cars, there is this man... tall, dark brown hair with streaks of grey. Bright blue eyes that seem unreal. Neatly pressed plaid over shirt with dark worn jeans adorn his tall figure. But.. the smell.. I dont understand it.
one of the cops finally pull out of the street and give me a perfect view of the chaos.
This man has 3 aligators tied to a red flyer wagon. He is standing in the middle of the wagon, holding on to 3 ropes like reins.
........ thanks for the thought gus.
Sorry you didnt make it to my door..
