by Peter Eldred, Age 14:
So, the other day Stu and I got high with Jacob and were walking down South U toward State, because we'd been to Panchero's. I had a steak quesadilla. It could have been better, to be honest. On South U, though, we watched a raccoon baby and a raccoon mother (I assume they were related) poke their heads out of the sewer grate on the side of the street. They live in the sewer. That's not even sad for a raccoon. That's a fucking nice pad. Lots of trash to eat, I'll bet. Anyway, we saw these raccoons. It was pretty fucking cute. I would like to see that again, I think. Except in the rain. God, that would be cinematic. That's getting close to baby seal proportions. Yeah. Really cute. That's all.
And We Will Call Him Tibbles.
So, the other day Stu and I got high with Jacob and were walking down South U toward State, because we'd been to Panchero's. I had a steak quesadilla. It could have been better, to be honest. On South U, though, we watched a raccoon baby and a raccoon mother (I assume they were related) poke their heads out of the sewer grate on the side of the street. They live in the sewer. That's not even sad for a raccoon. That's a fucking nice pad. Lots of trash to eat, I'll bet. Anyway, we saw these raccoons. It was pretty fucking cute. I would like to see that again, I think. Except in the rain. God, that would be cinematic. That's getting close to baby seal proportions. Yeah. Really cute. That's all.
And We Will Call Him Tibbles.
