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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