Wild Wild WolfI saw a wolf today.
That may not sound strange if you thought I lived in the mountains, or frequented the municipal zoo. But I don’t.
At first I thought it might be a very large dog which had escaped, or been left to its own devices by some asshole hippy. But this dog was chewing on something. I didn’t know what. I thought maybe a small bird, or a child.
It turned out to be a cardboard box. But it was certainly a wolf, a wild white wolf in Austin.
A few minutes later I was sitting on my porch, eating a burrito, when a neighbor or one of my neighbor's customers walked by. He said, Hello. I said, Hello.
Really he said, Hey man. I said, What’s up? Because that’s, like, what I say I guess.
Anyway, he asked if I had seen the wolf. I said I had and it was totally crazy. He stopped. And we discussed the wolf some more: How crazy it was that a wolf, a fucking wild wolf, would be in the middle of the city. Then we got into how the Eastside isn’t really the city, but like a wild-west sort of area. I invited him to sit down.
Not really. We just bullshitted for a while, and he left – citing cerveza. I was late for work.
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