This time I am going to tell you about The Walker, who does not scare me.
He does not scare me. I tell my sister as much, and often. Practically all the time. I say, “The Walker does not scare me.”
We live in a very nice neighborhood, you see, which just happens to be bordered on one side by a red light district. I suppose it’s a red light district. Gay night clubs, leather bars, sex shops. That sort of thing.
I approach my neighborhood from the red light side sometimes. That’s when I find myself dodging seven-foot drag queens and young hustlers and herds of gawkers. Oh, the gawkers are more plentiful than you would believe! They come from far and wide to gawk.
Perhaps this is not an environment one can picture me in or even driving through.