A self-portrait still in progress.
Moog the bengal.
The clouds came in like a tide.
Then there was a man, no top, near the back gate, he looked like he was waiting for someone. He asked if I lived there. As I passed him I noticed a small needle lying on the ground. I got freaked out thinking 'what if he thinks that I know what he's up to? He knows where I live now'
After getting home, I kept the back door locked for a good hour until the threat had passed. But does the threat ever pass in Abbotsford?
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