Neighborhood Kids Hustled Me

How I came to own another cat.

A collision of personal and spiritual coincidences led me to walking down Sullivant Avenue like I usually do on Saturday night: Drunk, depressed and alone.

There’s a group of children playing outside my landlord’s house. I say, how do you do fellow kids? They’re like… you’re the creepy old man that lives with cats on the corner of our block?

I’m like… OK?…