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.