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I took the bus home last night, opting to be conservatively safe instead of walking the streets of Boston on a hot night. I probably would have been fine, and I would have gotten rid of a few of those Mini Reeces PB Cups, but oh well there you are. As it is, walking to the bus I saw numerous inebriated individuals and other ne'er-do-wells, lolling about (not threatening ones, I assure you) with bottles cleverly hidden in brown paper bags. (Honestly, who are they kidding?)

Anyway, taking the bus always takes longer, so it was 10:30pm before I finally reached home sweet home. And my apartment was hot, dark, and silent since my roommates were ridiculously asleep.

Morning came all too soon in the form of my cell phone ringing me awake, since my alarm clock died (last time read: 18:88).

I had to get back to work early to finish the golf brochures of doom. Also, I figured I should get to the office before the heat and smog became too oppressive (morning smog is so much friendlier, you see).

It's 7:00 am, and I'm trudging to work, yawning whilst bopping my head to "Personal Jesus" on my ipod shuffle.

I see a large brown thing coming up the road. As it nears, it reveals itself to be brown and fuzzy. And on a bike. It's a (wo)man in a bear suit (looking like a demented version of the bear from the Snuggle fabric softner) on a bike. I turned to look at it as it rode passed. It waved to me. I waved back.

Even as I write this almost ten hours later, I can picture the moment exactly. Behind the bear on a bike were two white vans full of children on their way to daycare.

I fear that the golf brochures from hell have driven me insane.

Was there a bear on a bike? Did I dream it? Hallucinate?

There was a bear, I swear!