On-the-grid scares vs. Off-the-grid scares

                        Which encounter is more frightening?

                                                                              A.

 

B.

A.  I was taking in the brilliantly over-stimulated city the other day, walking down on Mill Ave. by myself, slapping my knee to the street musicians playing unknown genres, pretending I had enough money to shop at some crafty boutique (immediate posture check), and ordering the largest "mocha- mocha- triple- mocha- double- time- who-knows- what- the- $%&@- it -was- but- I was- excited- to- be- in- the- city drink" when I got distracted by an alley-way. You see, the alley-way was drowning in one of the most beautiful trees I had ever seen, and the greenery sucked me straight into what could have been a dangerous situation if I didn't have myself a healthy pair of lungs. Short story.....a huge, creepy man got into my face and started whispering obscene bulls***, wiggled his tongue at me, and tried wrapping his yellow finger-nailed dinosaur hand around my hand . Well then, I screamed. He ran. That was that. Fight or Flight at its finest, my friend, as he had so graciously chosen the label of FLIGHTER. Bastard.

B.  Only a couple of days later, I was partaking in my sonoran stroll at dusk, the time when the moon begins to flirt and the coyotes begin to parrrTAY. I was not paying attention to the road because that damn luminous moon gets me every time. Short story..... "(insert rattle-rattle sound effects here)", my huge, timid eyeballs quickly shoot to the dirt, and that venomous slithering monster is inches from my foot. He looks at me, I did NOT scream because I figured the sound of my dramatic heart was enough chaos as it was, and he fortunately, did not find me the least bit attractive. He creepily slithers into the rock, and I nervously slither back to my humble box.

~~JULSEY~~