Eventually the euphoria wore off and we started talking about our childhoods. Lenore grew up in Nebraska, which is something I didn’t know because I never pay attention. I guess her family lived on a farm like hillbillies or something. They had a pet raccoon, which I thought was a weird pet to have. But then it got eaten by a coyote, which, again, is a weird thing to eat, even if you’re a wild dog. Vicious creatures.
This led me to tell my story about how I got chased by a raccoon at summer camp. I found it in the kitchen of our cabin, eating all the oatmeal. It ran at me and I had to hide on the top of the freezer. A councilor ran after it with a baseball bat.
Lenore didn’t like this story because she obviously loves raccoons. I’m so insensitive sometimes.
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