Yesterday I was pursued and threatened by a homeless schizophrenic on a bicycle. I never scream, but I had to to get the neighbors' attention. I didn't want to find out what happened if he came any closer.
Among all the horribles in those long-short seconds was my dread over what would happen to a black schizophrenic homeless man if he didn't leave before the cops got there. Luckily, he did.
He deserves to feel safe as much as I do.
Obviously, he doesn't.
Obviously, he ISN'T.
The world's effed up, man.
I just wanted to feed the crows, man. I just wanted to have a tranquil afternoon with my dog and my buddy Bo.
Instead I wound up scared and spent the majority of the afternoon indoors.
Wouldn't you know it, when I finally ventured out that evening, my little dog got attacked by a loose lost pit bull.
We were just standing there on the sidewalk. I was filming a baby crow at the time. The video ends with a blurry swirling of growling and screaming as I swung my dog into the air by his leash to pull him out of the jaws of the predatory asshole.
By some miracle Pilot escaped with only a bruise and an hour of panting and trembling, and by some miracle a vet was there, fresh home from work, and looked him over. I did some collapsing on site, then carried him home and finished collapsing in the safety of our tiny apartment.
Needless to say, the next day I called out of work with a mild case of agoraphobia.
Fuck yesterday.
But it is what it is.
Plenty of life left to recover from these traumas while incurring new ones.
At least I have the birds.
I'll always have the birds.
Til global warming kills them, anyway.
That's the spirit!
Black and White Community,
But today I'm off.This is my dark and cathartic entry to the daily #monomad challenge in the plus my contribution to @coloneljethro's #fridayfreewrite that I never get around to doing otherwise because I'm working.
Damn, what a shitty day. I always figured with all those crows you photograph, you'd have like some kind of protective angry bird cloud hovering around you at all times ready to peck out the eyes of your enemies at a second's notice. I guess not? Anyhow, glad you survived and hope that don't happen e'er agin.
Thanks! The crows actually did stick around in spite of the commotion, so I'll give them that.
Yikes, that sounds like one hell of (hellish?) a Friday. Some lovely photos though!
Lol, naturally you write one on the Friday that I am distracted and don't write :D
Is it just me or is it getting wild out there? ~gestures towards the rest of the world~
It's not just you. Six months ago I felt safe wandering around at night. But the world's taken things up a notch since it keeps deciding it's ending (then taking it back, then ending again, then changing its mind...oy).
I must have known that the friday freewrite was feeling lonely.
And thanks!