Join me for a few minutes of suspended reality. Let the street lamps that light our way through the Oakland fog invite us to travel back in time. Let the jingle of dog tags syncopate with the eager respiration of our companion.
Now imagine that sound gone, a dead silence. Your leash hangs limply from your hand, no tension to remind of your friend’s presence. You have been dognapped. First disbelief, then horror. As you wring your hands in panic you allow a primitive feeling seep from your marrow. You don’t seek justice you seek revenge.
On your word I will release the hounds to chase this game to its terrible conclusion. Follow me if you dare!