Afraid neighbors goin think I’m crazy in Elvince’s velvet jumpsuit with catsup on chin. Fangs, Halloween’s next week, and Pannis filming me makes it okay. Contacts out helps me not notice eyes burning into my head. I’m coming for you Pannis. He’s waits in my studio. We have till noon. Take a rest on green bench. Paw at the pastries after given permission. Marvel at the stuffed werewolf wearing a Bank of America ballcap. Here’s the blue house. The mailbox lid, a tombstone. Run finger along a five year history of all the Polish immigrants that have came before Ryan Richey. He’s here. I’m thirsty. Pannis will let me in when I hypnotize him through the peephole.