hasselhoff

I got to meet my friendly neighborhood opossum last night. I was standing outside, having a cigarette. Then I see this little thing scampering across my neighbor's yard and into mine. It's walking right down the alley straight towards me. I stand perfectly still. It was this big fat opossum just sort of jaunting along. He came within about a foot away and smelled my leg. Then he casually turned around and left in the opposite direction. Cute. Maybe if I offered an old ground beef wrapper to lick, he would have been my friend. Over time I could win his trust with rancid meat. We could be great pals. I could walk him around on a leash and impress new friends with my angry, hissing marsupial. When it gets too cold I could put little sweaters on him or bundle him up in my jacket and take him with me to bars. I think I'm going to name him banjo. I love cute little things that are bad, I cant help it.