Last week’s column for Spike: There is a woman in my neighborhood that walks a wolf around on a leash. It is not a dog that looks like a wolf, it is a real wolf, I am positive. I have never asked her about it, since she intimidates me, wolf notwithstanding. Another man in my neighborhood walks three large Shepherd mixes together and leers at people, sometimes shouting. This group, more so than the orange-haired woman and her wolf, reminds me of a gates-of-hell picture, Cerberus. The trash bags squirm and burst with rats on every street; a vine tendril crawls between the two panes of my window, reaching over my bed, a rope ladder for ants and other bugs. There were so many more fireworks and frozen drinks last August.
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Out of State
Last week’s column for Spike: There is a woman in my neighborhood that walks a wolf around on a leash. It is not a dog that looks like a wolf, it is a real wolf, I am positive. I have never asked her about it, since she intimidates me, wolf notwithstanding. Another man in my neighborhood walks three large Shepherd mixes together and leers at people, sometimes shouting. This group, more so than the orange-haired woman and her wolf, reminds me of a gates-of-hell picture, Cerberus. The trash bags squirm and burst with rats on every street; a vine tendril crawls between the two panes of my window, reaching over my bed, a rope ladder for ants and other bugs. There were so many more fireworks and frozen drinks last August.