In which TotD brings you a list of things which are mundane in the light of day, but terrifying once the night has come:
- The beach.
- Ice cream truck music.
- Running.
- Your declining health.
- Closets.
- Abandoned mental asylums.
- Elephant graveyards.
- A child by itself.
- Billy.
- Three-legged dogs.
- A postal truck idling at the end of the street.
- Statues of Confederate heroes forged from the cannons they once commanded, long believed cursed.
- Laundromats.
- Boston.
- The Blair Witch.
- The Tootie or Natalie Witches.
- Hedge maze.
Hey!
Do you deny this?
It’s fine so long as you stay out of, well, any neighborhood.
CHECKMATE.
I’ve been lucky enough to work at an active psych ward at a creepy old victorian hospital in Roxbury.
Also, I’ll grant this: I’ve got friends in mid-Queens and Bed-Stuy so get around some of the shittier parts of New York, but haven’t experienced a more stabby, rapey subway vibe than I have on our Orange Line.
Roxbury. That’s what my J.A. Techie Pal used to call my “other” friend, who’s from Lawrence.
Anyway: “Boston?” Nah, Bridgeport, Conn,? Maybe. The Tenderloin/SOMA at any time of day? “Way.”
a clown