sometimes when j and i go for a walk i run away and hide somewhere.
like around a corner, behind a mailbox, up in a tree, under a truck.
cept this last time i was hiding in my neighbor’s bushes.
turns out he was sitting on his front deck
& was real weirded out about me sneaking around in his yard.
i was all
“can we have this conversation later? you’re really blowin up my spot”
one year ago today: chad is a fellow snail lover
