As I head down the driveway
toward my 20th century ramshackle motor-car,
A highly untrained and unstable German Shepherd
lunges toward me…
Held back only by the tattered rope
that its equally unstable owner considers
I manage to maintain my physical composure.
Although, my dilated gaze tells a different story.
Tuning out Cujo’s unsettling growls,
I hop into my set of wheels
and head to the local record shop
for some much needed
peace of mind.