Life Of Jason

After another eventful walk this morning, I’m beginning to think that I shouldn’t take walks around Springfield!

I’ve been taking different routes each morning on my walks and today I walked along Campbell to Fassnight Pool.  As I was walking along the creek I noticed three teenagers walking toward the pool area.  My first thought was that they must not be in school today for some reason.  There were two girls, a blonde in a white blouse and blue shorts, the other with dark hair and one guy.  I thought two of them must be dating because the guy and one of the girls were walking close to each other.  I didn’t think much more of it until they suddenly stopped and ducked into some stairs behind the pool.  The girl wearing the white blouse and blue shorts, who was cozying up to the guy, sat down and opened her purse and started to get something out of it.  As she started to hand something to the guy the second girl spotted me and said something that made them all freeze.  I didn’t turn my head to look at them but from the corner of my eye they watched every move I made until I was out of their sight.  They didn’t move an inch.

Now, I know some will say that it probably wasn’t anything but if you’re not doing something you shouldn’t be doing there’s no reason to freeze like that.  I’m not saying they were sharing drugs or alcohol because I couldn’t see what the girl was lifting from her bag but all three of them didn’t want me to see what they were about to do.  I seriously thought about doubling back but instead just kept walking toward home.  (Perhaps one of you reading can tell me if the area behind the pool is a place for drug transactions.)

Then on the way home I was saddened to see this:

Sad for two reasons.  First, he looks like a cat I owned named Bush.  (Not for the President, named because when he laid down he looked like a little black bush.)   Secondly because I saw the collar and knew this was someone’s pet.  There’s a good chance the owner will never know their cat died along the side of Campbell.  (I didn’t see damage on it that indicated it had been hit but appeared to me like it was trying to get away from the road.)  It made me think of something Bush had done when he was still pretty much a kitten.

I was laying in bed when out of the bathroom I hear:  THUMP!   Squeak squeak squeak.  Silence.  THUMP!  Squeak squeak squeak.

Bush had a mouse in the bathtub.  Bush was sitting at one end and every time the mouse would get hear him he would smack to the other end of the tub and then just wait for it to come back.

I once had a cat that just disappeared and I’ve always wondered what happened to him.  I hope this cat’s owner gets some closure and at least finds out they’re dead.

So yesterday I watch a hundred Springfield drivers zipping through a school zone.  Today I see a possible drug deal and someone’s pet dead along Campbell.  I’m afraid of what I’m going to find tomorrow!