(I believe I officially have nerves of steel. Perhaps tin will do)
Even though the water sometimes smells like decomposing vegetables, I like taking long hot showers in the cabin after dark. It gets the cold out of my bones.
Last night, I was in the middle of my business. Making sure not to step on crickets coming up from the drain, making sure the spiders weren’t descending onto my shoulders. And a huge crash came from the living room.
I didn’t freeze or freak. I just paused, pulled the shower curtain open and cautiously, clothes-less-ly, karate-posed my way into danger.
Into nothing. The RE-20 mic I love to sing on most had fallen over, smacking the conga on the way to the ground. (that’s right, I said conga)
The nights up here are perfect monuments to endless unknown. In that, the nights are also mind-bending. And this is after hours of hearing hooves and scratches while reading about parallel worlds. Shapeless creatures creeping all around me in the moonlight. Always with the wind howling, the owls owling.
I don’t know. I think it has prove I’m not entirely useless.
Because in a bad situation, you can count on me. I’ll be able to bust out at least a couple distracting punches while the rabid maniacal mountain lion eats my face. While you run for safety.
(photo by K.B. — yes)
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