"They viewed me as someone whose house had slugs - a suddenly Public flaw. I liked the slugs - occasionally I'd kill them for others or myself. Flushed down the toilet where their fate was a mystery - shrug. Survivable I suppose - or dissolved with pesticide - but mostly I liked the slugs.

I liked their trails over the carpeting in the garage -> Their Physics defying Presence on the walls - their slowness"

Reading Karl's undated journal - maybe 2003? Maybe before.

The 4th of July is unsettling in my neighborhood - I'm not sure, tonight, if I hear fireworks of gunshots.

Either way, I need to pack.