Halls of the Dark Muse

I have come to the conclusion that my neighborhood is pretty much a mad house. When I am not busy with school, and when weather permits I go out on frequent walks around and when I had my dog I use to walk him like everyday. And almost every time I go out, something weird and bazaar happens. Really now whenever I am about to step outside for anything I think to myself "I wonder what is going to happen today"

Here are a highlights of my most memorable moments.

Drunk Guy

This guy who I am positive was drunk was carrying on a full blown all out argument with a fence. There was no one else around. He was by himself, not with anybody, standing facing this fence and yelling at it, cursing it, threatening. He kicked it a few times. Eventually I think he ended up throwing his beer bottle at it.

Pigeon Guy

Once I witnessed a man literally trying to teach a pigeon how to talk. And it wasn't even a pet pigeon, like some people raise and keep pigeons. It was "wild" pigeon, just setting on a telephone wire and this guy was looking up at it and trying to get it to speak to him Then he started to get angry when the bird would not respond to him.

Knife Guy

This one happened before the first two. It was a rather early occurrence, before I started to catch on that such things were typical around here. I was out walking with a friend of mine and saw this guy walking the opposite direction then we were, so he was moving toward us, and he actually looked like the kind of person that when you see them you think "oh hey, he is probably crazy" He had this scraggly looking beard and camouflage pants. The first thing I noticed was his dog because that is what I was interested in. He had this German shepherd walking beside him, and so I was just looking at the dog and I happened to notice that he had a big old buck knife strapped to the side of his leg. And he saw him looking in his direction, so he was just like "I got a knife, heh heh heh" Then just kept walking on his way.

No Thank You

There is this creek that runs behind the middle school that is within walking distance of my house, and the creek is right behind where the football field area is. In the summer I use to walk my dog down to the creek because he liked to splash around in the water, and I liked it back there because it was quiet, shady and isolated. And school was out by then so usually I would just cut through the school on my back from the creek. So I make my why up the little slope to the school, and there was this guy who was hanging out behind the bleachers. A complete stranger, never seen him before, didn't know who he was, and he just comes up to me and asks me if I want to have sex with him. So I was like, no and kept walking, and for a while he was following behind me and like "What you don't like guys" "You don't like me" and I was just like. "I don't even know you" So finally he went away.

Trunkcapades

This is a true classic. There were these two girls walking down the sidewalk and this car with a bunch of young men in it. I would say they were all in high school was driving by when they saw the girls and stopped and went back to pull up alongside of them, and they all seemed to know each other. So the guys wanted to give the girls a ride, but the car was full, so everyone gets out of the car. One of the guys opens the trunk, and one of the other young men, voluntarily climbs into the back of the trunk to make more room in the car for the girls, and then the others close the trunk and they all get into the car and drive off.

So that is just a sample of what I experience on an almost daily basis when I step out the front door. What made me suddenly think about it is I had another strange encounter today. Though this time I was in a car, and it was not with a human being. But at the far end of the street on one of the corner houses there was a TV just sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. And visibly there did not appear to be anything wrong with it. It was all in once piece, the screen was not cracked. At a glance it looked in good condition.