I’ve asked before; Are you tired of the election yet?
The moon was suppose to be big and bright and all of one hundred and ninety odd thousand miles away.
It was kinda like the last time I saw it like that – not much change other than the features blurred out and the man hid his face.
One nice thing about all that light at night though, it brought out the little twerps. You know, the eighteen year olds that didn’t have home work or any work for that matter.
I had one of the barking dotgs come around the corner of the shed this morning about two-thirty a.m. and he was rather surprised to see me. He should have been, I went to great lengths to make sure he would be.
Our conversation was short, ugly and not friendly at all. He did say somewhat about zombies getting in the middle of my stuff.
To which I simply shook my head and asked him had he not heard that a defense for zombie attacks had been found and deployed.
He being young and stupid, he asked what the defense was and I told him.
Maggots, says I.
Then I asked him wasn’t that his words for the police?
He didn’t come back last night. One of the yapping dogs came around by didn’t stop. Barking dog lives down south and yapping dog lives in the trailer park up north.
From the reaches,