creeping insanity, or, the hotties of harm reduction

i went out for drinks tonight, which is pretty much unheard of for me,
at least on a week night, and what with one thing and another, ended
up in a different neighborhood than the one i started out in.

i figured i'd take a cab home, and after saying goodbye i set off to
walk the few blocks to the nearest major street to grab one.

it was a nice night; clear, cool, quarter-moon in the sky, all that
stuff, and as i was walking, i realized that i was only a couple of
miles from home, most of it slightly downhill, so i picked up my feet
a bit and started jogging, 'cause it was quicker, and the air felt
nice.

after a few blocks i stopped to take off my jacket and tie it around
me, and decided 'fuck it, i'm gonna run home'.

so i did, and it rocked; easy, fun, and beautiful.

as i got close to my house i saw a paper sign scotch-taped to a
telephone pole that said (with a big arrow) 'looking for the hotties
of harm reduction?'

i wasn't, so i went home, but fucking hell, i LOVE my neighborhood!