Monday, June 23, 2014


I was just walking home, and the streets of Valley Village were deserted, except for a giant raccoon that was heading in the same direction I was, lumbering across the street. Because of his slow pace, I was catching up to him. Finally he noticed me when I was right behind him, and he stopped and turned around to size me up. And then he growled at me, as if he were going to attack. I told him, "It's okay," to let him know I wasn't looking for a fight. But I was thinking, "Come on, I need a new coat." He took me at my word, turned his back on me, and headed off. But I really would like a raccoon coat.

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