I was sitting in the back porch, eating a late dinner. I’m eating a sandwich I did not make and drinking a coke. Ranger is sniffing along the fence line, doing his dogly duties. On the edge of my vision I saw a large mass gliding upwards into the trees. It was a white and gray owl with black eyes that stared into my own. I set my sandwich down and stared at the bird. I’ve heard an owl out in the trees before but I’ve never seen it. Ranger didn’t notice, he was prowling for squirrels. The owl and I looked at each other for a while before it lifted its wings and dove at me. I did not move. It pecked out my left eye before moving to the right. Sharp talons dug into my shoulder and the ground beneath me disappeared. My head broke branches as I was drug upward. Ranger started barking but it didn’t do anything. The grip on my shoulder let go and I was dropped into a nest. Dozens of sharp beaks tore at my stomach and neck.

I was fishing under Mehaffey Bridge with Ranger. Ranger was sniffing around the rocks and I was sitting in my chair, drinking a beer. Across the water, under the other side of the bridge, were a father and son. They were fishing too, just enjoying the afternoon. I took another sip of my beer when i felt a strong pull on my rod. I stood up and started reeling, Ranger came over to watch. It was an incredibly strong fish and I had to give it my all to reel it in. I had to give it slack so it wouldn’t snap my line, but inch by inch it got closer and closer. Finally I got the fish to the edge of the water and I gave it another big pull. As the fish surfaced it screamed, it was in immense pain. As I pulled the fish close to me I saw that it was pale and covered in freckles, my hook had gone straight through its fleshy cheek and blood dripped from the wound onto my shoes. The fish continued to scream and it was getting louder. It made no words, just constant juvenile pain. I held the fish in my left hand and tried to get the hook out with my right. As I reached in its mouth the fish bit me with human teeth. I dropped the fish and it wriggled on the ground, screaming louder and louder with each passing second. My fingers had a deep gash in them and a thick torrent of blood poured out. I stuck the fingers into my mouth and drank. Ranger started barking at fish, the hair on his body sticking straight up in a line from his head to his tail. The fish got louder, Ranger snarled, and he pounced on the fish. After a couple of bites the screaming stopped. I looked back across the water. The father was staring, the son was gone.

I was at a Sportsclips in a very busy mall. I was waiting when the hairdresser called me up to the chair. She asked me what I wanted and I just said a trim. She sprayed me with water and started trimming. I watched her through the mirror. She was making small talk. She grabbed a bunch of my hair, asked me what I did for a living, and then cut of the tip of her finger. She didn’t seem to feel it and I told her I was a salesman. She nodded and said her Dad was a salesman and grabbed another handful of hair and snipped of the tip of her middle finger. She said there were always joke about him having a second family in another city and she cut of the tip of her ring finger. As she cut off her pinky finger she told me there was a girl another town over that looked just like her. I nodded and told her that was crazy. She asked me how my hair looked and I said it looked good. She brushed her fingertips and my hair off of my lap onto the floor where they mixed with her blood. She asked me if I wanted a hot towel and I said yes.