How it started

Hear the scream that the turning subway made
Hear the screams of the people in your way

(Backstabbing Liar, It’s Fun To Steal, Mono Puff)

Flash back thirteen years ago this summer. I’d taken myself out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Got halfway through my meal, casually ignoring the background music, when suddenly the speakers erupted with pop hiss POP screEEeeeeEEEEeee and adamant squeaking followed at considerable blare by tuntTUNTtunttuntTUNT tuntTUNTtunttuntTUNT DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA, DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA… . Yelling crescendoed over an almighty crashing of pans and smashing of crockery. I leapt to my feet to see a black rat streak out of the kitchen, slide to an abrupt halt, cast about in desperation, and beeline up my jeans leg. I shrieked. He eeked, dug into my shin, and yelled something muffled to the effect of “for gods’ sakes, lady, run for it!!” I ran for it. We’ve been together ever since.

Portland, OR 6 June 2025. Zeke in rapture at the feet of John Flansburgh
Portland, OR 6 June 2025 ~ Zeke in rapture at the feet of John Flansburgh
Portland, OR 6 June 2025. Zeke dangerously close to getting stepped on
Portland, OR 6 June 2025 ~ Zeke dangerously close to getting stepped on

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