Head Game

What's grosser than spotting a rat in the park? Spotting a dead rat.

And what's even more disturbing than spotting a dead rat? How about the head of a dead rat? And since rats don't really have heads, it was more the bloody face stump of a rat. Threat of crime, walking alone late at night, old drunks-- none of that bother me has I walk through the park but now, for the first time, I'm afraid of going by that park.

My bad streak with librarians/bookstore clerks continues. Not only did my librarian not know who Evely Waugh was today, but once he saw my name and he turned and asked, "Do you have a brother who's a pharmacist?" "Nope. Not at all." "Oh, I know someone by that name and just thought..." Yeah, I know a few people as well.