One of those past interactions. We stayed up drinking on the back porch talking until 3am than got assaulted by a massive inner city racoon and I had to bash it with a metal trashcan lid to stop it from charging us. Don't worry I didn't kill it. Thing was persistent, first time it backed off a few yards temporarily as if to fake me out and than turned around and came charging straight at us a second time. Felt like a hobo knight defending his punk rock maiden.

Everytime I see a raccoon digging in trash I think of our time together fondly.