4:06 minutes (1.88 MB)Day 1- The Mcfluffer Today was a crock of mish-mashes and pish posh. It all started at the Reservoir. I walked down Chestnut Hill ave. clopping along at my own pace and admiring the haircuts of various passersby. It was early, and the sun cast shapes of orange light over the street, warming the damp morning air. The local Yak herd gathered along the edge of the Reservoir, their gentle heads lowered to the water’s edge for a morning drink. Everything seemed to glow. A mullet passed by, followed by a handlebar mustache, and just as everything seemed perfect, I accidentally stepped on a small dog’s back. At the moment of impact, I heard a terrible sound from below, and my foot repelled with such reflex that I pulled my right groin muscle. The owner was not happy with me and neither was her dog, but I apologized far too many times and continued down the street, a slight limp in my step. When I reached the bottom of the stairs at the T stop I immediately noticed the presence of a putrid odor. Up ahead were the shapes of two figures that I guessed were probably a couple of huge dogs. They were lying down next to something and swatting their huge tails intermittently. I noticed something that looked like a human arm between the rails of the T line, and an announcement popped on from an overhead speaker. “Due to the presence of hostile track lions, we advise all patrons of the MBTA to please be on your toes and keep your head on a swivel at all times. Thank you for riding the T.” I was back at the top of the staircase as the Spanish version of the announcement came on. The bus back to the B line guzzled up Comm. Ave. A kid sitting to my right asked me if the word “pun” was an acronym for “play on words.” I asked him, wouldn’t that be pow? And he said oh yeah, and remained quiet for the rest of the ride.