They gather together from their usual solitude around a table at the coffee house.  They wear red-and-black tiger-striped shirts, vests from the nineties, and tight jeans.  Some groom their hair into frightening, frizzy eighties styles.  The alpha cougar will sit in her chair backwards, straddling it to show her prowess.  They drink from streams of beer as they eye their prey, and sing along to the band’s CCR cover.  They shout strange jokes about penises.

And shortly after that I left in fear.

But I helped save a young, vulnerable bobcat.


~ by rabbit on April 12, 2009.

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