Joey walks off to the washroom. Several cups of kombucha and vodka will do that to you, and now that he’s broken the seal, it’ll be nothing but walking back and forth for the rest of the night. Tulsa begins wagging her tale and getting all excited. She’s jumping up at the door. At first…
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Tulsa runs to the front door and begins barking, fiercely. It’s the kind of end of the world bark that a dog does when she’s giving up her life for you. There are mean snarls, growls, and the occasional crying yelp. I want to wait for the whoever has come in, wait around the corner,…
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The dog’s name is Tulsa. I know this dog. I must know her really well. She starts walking at a fast pace away from me then barking and coming back. She does this a few times, obviously wanting me to come with her. I follow her, down the path, through some trees and toward a…
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I feel a surprising amount of courage, coupled with a complete lack of anxiety. I walk toward the barking dog, but he’s so much louder now. The barks are loud, but they don’t seem angry. They seem desperate. The dog starts howling, a deep sad dog cry. The dog looks to be a black lab,…
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I don’t feel high, which is probably a good thing, considering I’m in a forest where someone tried to kill me, and I’m with a complete stranger, who I haven’t been able to completely rule out as involved with my attempted murder. “Why am I not high?” I ask Joey. “Huh?” “I smoked most of…
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