A Rocky Day.
I ran over a big raccoon on 217 this morning. I went back to make sure it wasn't just laying there suffering, and, nope, I killed it. I've been in a shit mood since.
It was a bloodless death, but its eyes were staring. I traveled past the scene a few hours later and it was gone. So I hope at least a full belly was gotten out of it.
I like to look at Joe Coleman paintings when I'm in a shit mood.
It was a bloodless death, but its eyes were staring. I traveled past the scene a few hours later and it was gone. So I hope at least a full belly was gotten out of it.
I like to look at Joe Coleman paintings when I'm in a shit mood.
posted by psaur at 2:22 AM
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Don't worry, he's with Teddy Roosevelt now...
Worse--that's Beefsteak Charlie!
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