Hood Rat

I got chased by a small black dog last night late, as I was walking home from the subway at De Kalb to my new apartment. Already nervous about the area, I turned around after hearing what I still claim were audible footsteps. Behind me, it bounded in long scrappy strides to catch up. I started running to outpace it, in panic, gripping my chest. For I had realized, this was no small dog. No, it was a big black Brooklyn rat, running after me. It made its point perfectly clear, as it finally darted under a car on hydrolics. As if I didn't get the message the first time, a guy's t-shirt the next day reinforced the greeting of my new arrival to Bushwick- "Get tough or go home". Protein powder is on the shopping list.