Saturday, December 5, 2009
Cop Stops
A Cop stops me. Steve's with me. The Cop cant look up DMV until I close my $10 account. I drive off to get my wallet to pay him. Return and settle up. I go to a house I used to live. I'm looking through an enormous piles of things. Steve starts whinnying about a plastic container with electronic components sorted out that he wants. So, I throw it at him. I climb down off the heap. I notice a paw upside down on the floor. I push it with my finger. I see eyes open up. It's a de-clawed tiger. Other than opening it's eyes, it's all it does. It goes back to sleep. I wander out of the stuff to the outside.
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