There is a raccoon nesting in my roof. I can hear him (?) scratching and building everyday. Yesterday I walked out on my porch and told him to FUCK OFF. I slammed the door really hard and an ashamed quiet fell over the house. Later when he thought I wasn't listening he started building again. I think I only told him to fuck off because I had to do my taxes. I'm going to throw moth balls in his house tomorrow.
Monday night I went dancing and the man with the tattooed face and M. were there. Every time I go M. is there. She wears sweatpants and considers it exercise - a decade later. I first heard her name when I was 16. A vietnam vet who liked to buy me drinks knew her and she stayed in his room. He told me that she left in a huff and I didn't think much of it then. He would watch me get drunk and wipe the alcohol that would spill on to my legs. He told me that if I were to ride a motorcycle across town naked - I would do it with my head down so that no one could see my shame. Even then I knew he was wrong.
Monday night I went dancing and the man with the tattooed face and M. were there. Every time I go M. is there. She wears sweatpants and considers it exercise - a decade later. I first heard her name when I was 16. A vietnam vet who liked to buy me drinks knew her and she stayed in his room. He told me that she left in a huff and I didn't think much of it then. He would watch me get drunk and wipe the alcohol that would spill on to my legs. He told me that if I were to ride a motorcycle across town naked - I would do it with my head down so that no one could see my shame. Even then I knew he was wrong.
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Sorry I don't have anything clever for you, but it's 1 in the morning and the only vietnam vet story I know (besides my very post traumatic, fucked up uncle) involves a guy on a bus heading to Virginia while I was riding cross country to Jersey and it's too long in the telling... at 1 am in the morning.
-j