Jenwa and the Pepper Spray

Walking home late at night down the tunneled streets of Wolseley Avenue is probably my favourite thing to do on this planet. There is however, a very big difference in walking home late at night and walking home very late at night, completely trashed. The air is still and quiet almost like it's sleeping too. The sound of your footsteps are the loudest thing for blocks and the light of the moon is kept away by the very trees so adored by the dozing hippies all around. The deep wish that everyone dangerous has already passed out by 3AM becomes more and more feverant. Being a small and weak creature, clutching desperately at a small can of dog repellant/pepper spray is the only line of sanity keeping me anchored and safe from the raging waters in the Bay of Panic and Run. Every shadow is a rapist and every tree in the wind a robber.
What a perfect time to practice my Kung-Fu!
Lawn Gnome casualties: 7 and 1/2
Jenwa casualties: 0