but i don't feel empty i feel full. i was telling john about a murder in wicker park by my house and the sad documentary that illuminated it. and how i wanted to die there and how i got here and he said you were meant to live to find copp and i said you are right, i didn't know it and i was in a cloud of despair but i was called here to be with dogs, to help them and heal myself. and i'm not healed but i'm healing and i think from now on i will always be healing and while i still see the destruction we humans are embroiled in i see too that i don't want to die, and i see that even humans, even superpower humans can't kill everything, can't kill beauty nor love, cant' make us so sick and dispirited we can't even find a dog and begin healing again.

 ode to psychcop, a caption.

no i don't have an ode in me, but i saw my dear eleanor and i told her about my last run-in with psychocop by the murder-suicide house. and she said she too had been harassed and she asked psychocop to give her a ticket and psychocop declined. eleanor saw too that psychocop was in fact psychotic, and she said, i told you i was going to do something about her, and i did. we were both then glowing with the accomplishment. we patted each other on the back. there were other complaints, but e. went straight to the commissioner. and then, psychocop was gone. no tickets were issued to dog people harassed by psychocop, for that was not her motive, and she did not want to give her name or number. she just wanted to threaten and terrorize, and most people i spoke with, including myself, were truly terrorized. psychocop was a very effective psycho-terrorist. and yet, we think,  she is Gone.