<~>20 Aug 2002

mojo, h: i used to live out in the sticks, and the night was alive with eyes when i came home after working my 2nd (or sometimes 3rd) job. you never knew what was out there--swamp on one side of the driveway, woods on the other. vultures waiting in the trees, an arm's reach from my car door in the morning. the paranoid dash from the car to the door was pure adrenaline. i was younger--10 years ago i scribbled these ideas out; yesterday, i gave them flesh. i was alone--that bit about him leaving the light on? he had stopped coming home, and the only ones waiting up were the cats. call me la vieja loco con gatos...