Just 10 minutes ago a truck pulled up the long driveway where I live in the darkness of this immense Redwood forest. It must have been a black truck because it did not set off the motion sensor light. I noticed this truck’s lights from the window of the above garage apartment where I live. I wasn’t so much scared as pissed. Having just seen Tombstone I was feeling braver than I suppose was smart. I proceeded to go outside turning on a few lights in the house doing my best to make it apparent to this mystery truck that I would not go easily. But I wasn’t thinking. Sure better to die on your feet if it comes to that. Perhaps that is something akin to courage but I doubt it. For me it is a hint about my character. I am a fighter and not a lover. I would rather tackle a problem and attempt through hardship and frustration a victory. Perhaps there is no peace for me. I thought as the truck pulled away honking it’s horn two times as if to let me know that it knew exactly what I did. If the people in that truck had wanted to kill me and my family they could have. OR maybe I’m just paranoid since I’ve heard a mountain lion was sited near my house. Sleep will not come easily for me tonight … I think I have Nihilophobia (it’s what Pres. Roosevelt spoke about after Pearl Harbour) which ironically has almost no listings on Google. 