This is what happens when I read David Sedaris while alone downtown...

[steptotheleft]

Downtown Greenville is not what your average city-dweller would consider dangerous.I mean, it is one of the bigger cities in South Carolina, dwarfed in population and popularity only by Columbia, Charleston, and Myrtle Beach (as far as I know). And yet, walking what is maybe two blocks from a local coffee shop to the nearby parking garage, I am

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[xanguisettex]

Yeah, I still don't have as healthy a sense of respect for the possibility of Bad Things as I should. It's more laziness now. But I can certainly recall roaming around places I shouldn't, at the least appropriate times possible, by myself. I don't have a sense of, "I should be afraid" yet, I guess. I still haven't rid myself of thinking, "well, when it's my time, it's my time, I feel like sitting in this Goddamned place till I feel like leaving

[steptotheleft]

I know what you mean... Wtf was wrong with us? Lol.

I haunted at the Grandmother Tree. I haven't been there in years. I wonder if it's still Her, do you think?

As far as a creative nonfiction piece, do you think this ramble is going anywhere, or is it just that, a ramble?

[tripartite]

I made regular trips,... petted new dogs.
Made you fee alive didn't it?

the thought of being by myself downtown doing any of these things, or even so much as sitting in that coffee shop by myself with my book, is enough to make me get antsy.
It shows that you're growing up. Soon you'll try to explain the danger you see to a fearless kid. And The Circle will continue. Now you see what some of us saw in you earlier.

[steptotheleft]

Hah. I don't know what anyone saw in me, or does still. **shrugs**

[tripartite]

It doesn't matter if you see it, what matters is that THEY see it.