reindeer sighting
in the mist of the morning i saw him. the crazy upstairs neighbor, with two sticks held to his head like antlers, prancing in the first light. he suddenly stopped, as if he sensed danger, then he crouched beside a garbage can and sniffed the air. when he picked up my scent, he acted very casual, as if the whole thing were a part of his morning ritual. by this time, after a night of wind chimes, rhythmic laughing (hahahaha one two three hahahaha one two three hahahaha one two three...) i had had enough of his stupid ritual. i got in my truck and put on some gangsta rap, revved my engine and "accidentally" honked my horn. the guy has got to be stopped.