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What an age we live in.

So I’m walking through a city park at 11:00 PM. It’s dark, and while it’s not deserted, it’s empty enough that I don’t feel completely comfortable. There is an older, kind of unkempt man on the path coming towards me. As he gets closer, it’s clear that he’s making a beeline right towards me. I eye him a little nervously. Finally he reaches me, and has this to say.

“Do you need a Squirtle?”

He pointed to an area by a shadowy group of trees off the path, and told me I’d find one there.


And low and behold, I did.

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