What a strange morning....

“Every morning I go for a 4 mile walk(about an hour for me) through the neighborhood. today would be no diffrent only this time I strapped on my loaded backpack (trying to get in better shape...and I don't mean rounder) to walk.
Well what is it that makes people pull their kids indoors or lock their car doors and roll up the windows as they drive by with glares when they see someone walking down their nice street wearing a backpack? Any way I turned down a street that seemed to have a nice quiet 'contry feel' to it. I passed one yard with a sign that read "Tresspassers will be violated". I got that feeling I'd be hearing Banjo music soon as I walked past their old rotting cars and junk heaps. The next driveway had a truck with an Arkensaw plate on it. I hurried past that one.
And then there were the cats. They were everywhere! They were sitting on steps, sitting on roofs, sitting in the middle of the road. All Starring at me. I shivered in fear. There had to be dozzens! I left before those hungry looking felines got any ideas. I quickly decided that maybe next time I'd borrow a dog before attempting to walk through the cat infested neighboorhood!”

“We don't have those kind of problems on the East Coast, Free! Perhaps the East Coast isn't soo bad after all?!?”

“woah, sounds like a bad movie.”

“paranoia..whatcha been smoking?”

“Is that one of those new states?”

“The only people I see walking down public streets with backpacks are hitchhikers, neer-do-wells, and homeless people who talk to themselves.”