Eagle, Sylvatus, VA
Michael Hurley, "The Rue of Ruby Whores," from Weatherhole
On my way home from work tonight (or about 1 in the morning, really), a gunpowder grey cat darted in front of my pickup just as John Fogerty wailed, "things got bad and things got worse, i guess you know the tune." I think I know the tune, I told John. But, still, the cat seemed like a good omen.