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here it is. although i feel like im wasting a great starter. this is not my best effort but i wanted to submit something. i didn't even edit this one so go easy on me. thanks. i had never seen one before except on television… in the early hours of the morning when the weed and my insomnia had left me in a delirious state of consciousness. ironically my first interaction with this thing has happened in exactly the same state of mind. this thing had somehow found its way into my studio apartment and was a mere two feet from my face. i had passed out on the futon again and at some point this beast had wandered through my front door. in retrospect, i knew i should’ve locked the door. the hot musky smell of wet dog had filled the apartment and i immediately understood why i was laying in a pool of my own sweat. heavy breathing trumped the sound of the television and I found myself breathingin time with the beast. the glow from the television had begun to provide a silhouette of the beast as my eyes came into focus. my mind told me it couldn’t be real and i found myself reaching out to touch what i was sure was just another hallucination. it wouldn’t be the first time my subconscious had got me into trouble. the beast was covered in a rough, wet, matted fur; just my luck to touch the place where the beast had evidently been chewing itself. with my touch the beast turned and rose to its feet, suddenly becoming aware of my presence. if only i could’ve kept my hands to myself. if only i could remember what the news report on tv said to do. play dead? it was worth a try. after a few minutes the laying still got to me, i slowly grabbed a joint i must had rolled before passing out and sparked it. the light got the beasts attention and in the moment that the smoke hit my lungs i felt a piercing at my sternum. the mixture of exhaled smoke and coughed up blood was a new sensation for me. and all of this simply because i didn’t lock my front door.