I was living in a rented house on a back road on the edge of town, next to the freeway. I didn’t own a car then so I walked everywhere. I was on my way into town one day when I came to the house on the corner. There was a guy in his thirties, bearded, baseball cap, staring into the bed of his pickup truck. He looked up angrily. “Is this yours?” he asked me.
Wondering what in the hell he could be talking about, I walked over to him and glanced down into the truck bed. There in all its shimmering, tropical lime-green glory was an iguana or gila monster, three to four feet long, back crest, tail, lizard tongue flickering. I burst out laughing.
“What’s so goddamn funny?” the guy said, glaring at me.
“Dude, I don’t even own a dog.” I told him.
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