Yay for a possum in the ghetto!!! No, not a posse, a possum. I think. I've never seen one before, so after arriving home, I look 'em up on-line and only see photos of scrawny, mice-looking things. However, I found one drawing that looks just like my possum. Similar in size to a large racoon. Fat, white body with black tail, pointy ears and a long, white narrow face that came to a point of black at the tip of its nose. It was huge, strange and beautiful. And in the fucking Cincy ghetto. Who woulda thunk it? It makes Kentucky feel that much closer. Granted, I've ridden my bike into that southern state almost daily, but the possum really brought it all home, direct to my back yard....

That tripped me out!
It's 4 AM and the sound of a chain saw continued to resonate for quite sometime outside my warehouse. I figured some lunatic in my ghetto'hood was attempting to saw through the razor wire fence and break in. I was kind of scared.
So naturally, I go downstairs and outside to check it out. Past the 9 foot tall fiber class Giraffe and the 11 foot tall rusting iron catapult, through the yard towards the popularly pissed on street on the other side of the fence, to find someone taking a leaf blower to the sidewalk.
At 4 AM. In the ghetto.
Cleanin the sidewalk. What?!
So...I left for the Renaissance Faire the day after my previous entry. There I had no internet access. The Faire was a trip that will be recounted at a later date.
I am now currently residing in Cincinnati, OH. I landed here two months ago, and life is finally slowing down enough to look at my surroundings and question "how the hell did I get here!?"
By the way: Happy New Year.
I hope You started it with a good bang.
Mine began with a rather bad one.
Another story, another time.
Adieu.