More Night Visitors

I've gone a long time with limited contact with my guitar and its been killing me very slowly. So lately, when I return home around midnight or so, I'll grab my guitar and just sit in the Buick and play for a while. If you happen upon the CSC parking lot late at night and hear a distant guitar and see some strange person sitting in a strange car at the back of the lot, don't worry, just slide right into the drivers seat provide me with some harmonies.

While I've done this the last couple of nights I've noticed a strange array of nocturnal creatures making their way toward our cars. Only one for each night, but still considerably diverse. I started to worry that they'd take a nap under the car and when I'd open the door and step out they'd be frightened into attacking my ankles, and I'd have to smash them in the head with my guitar (its been through worse). But as I watched a raccoon approach the car I realized that he had a distinct curiosity in the place where I spit out my toothpaste. He investigated it and then walked away. The next night, a possum walked up to the car and went to a different spot, again, a toothpaste spatter. It's been like this for the past few nights and I realized I should just let them lick up the second hand toothpaste puddles in peace and leave them alone. But next night, I'll play a little trick on them and spit my toothpaste out where I take my midnight bathroom break.

Its starting to get into sleeping bag weather. The nights are nice and cool and the sun doesn't fry you in the morning anymore, unless you're facing east like John is, then its still acts as an early alarm clock. Its still going great, and in my new found wisdom of age, I've decided I made a good decision to do this.