Dog Fight Club
The first rule of Dog Fight Club is -
-you do not talk about Dog Fight Club.
The second rule of Dog Fight Club is -
-don't get the cops involved.
My buddy Pete was attacked by a Rottweiler tonight. Or as he says it, he attacked the Rottweiler after it attacked a toy spaniel. I went to greet him at the door to find him stooped over, holding his body upright by propping his arms against the door frame and looking more haggard than I've ever seen him. Which is saying something. "Don't worry," he said as I opened the door. "It's mostly dog's blood."
I was in no mood for disturbance. On my way home from the sushi restaurant earlier, I was disturbed from my eating-gyoza-whilst-walking exercise by a shattering of glass. Looking up, I saw a silhouhette of a woman sort of stumbling down the sidewalk coming towards me in the distance. I couldn't tell if she was the source of the noise. Our paths crossed on a part of the sidewalk where the light of the streetlamps was blocked by trees. As she approached I stared straight ahead but still for some reason she swayed straight towards me, stopping about a foot from me. I remember seeing tufts of magenta-red hair sticking out of a dark mess, with stark blue eyes peering out of sunken ashy cheeks.
"Hello," I said, mouth full of partially-chewed gyoza, not breaking stride.
"You're marked," she said, then turned and continued down the street in an odd, lurching gait.
Lunatics abound on a full moon I guess. Holy hot damn - what if Pete's been mauled by a werewolf? I'd rather be marked than mauled.
Pete's got fucking teeth marks in one forearm and a classic splayed-paw scratch pattern across the other. He says the trouble really started when the cops showed up and began flashing lights on the dog, which we was holding at the time and which promptly bit him about three times. "Control the dog or we'll shoot the dog," the honorable San Francisco Police informed him. "Do not shoot the dog! I am holding the dog!" Pete shouted. The cops pondered. Pete bled. The dog bit Pete. It was a bloody mess.
Pete bitch-be-cooled the dog. The cops held Pete for two hours to make sure he had no warrants in the U.S. or Canada. Wasn't that thoughtful? I'm trying to decide if it's thoughtful or if it's unlawful detention, unlawful search and seizure, violation of federal rights under color of state law ... but what do I know of such things?
I know more and more each day.
