Day 12

june, 1997.

driving up highway 115 to the cottage with my mom and chris feniak we decided to stop in at this zoo called jungle cat world. it's pretty sick, they have bears, lions, wolves, panthers and tigers just to name a few. my mom was off looking at something and i was looking at the tiger.

the tiger was just lying there and there was nothing between me and the great beast but one chain link fence and a small waist high hedge. for some reason i decided to start making dog noises like woof woof and shit. the tiger looked up at me and i just kept going. after thirty seconds or so the tiger sat up and i just kept going. woof woof woof woof. then the tiger pounced and started clawing at the very thin and weak fence. well, being the most frightening thing i had ever seen i flew backwards and landed about five feet away on my back. so there i was lying on the ground looking up at this huge beast standing over me. and that was the scariest moment of my life.

although this was not the most hilarious or complex story i've told over these past weeks i do think it is the most significant. i almost got mauled by a fucking tiger, and i'm not talking about placido "the placebo" polanco. no, not him.

so if there's anything we can take from these stories it's this: there's no point in going around looking for excitement. just live your life to the fullest and eventually excitement will find you. i think last night was a great example of that.

i still haven't fully come to grips with the events that transpired last night so i'll blog about it later this week.

stay tuned

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