I'm really not sure why they all invite me along. Probably because I'm the only one with a car.
Anyway, we did our standard thing: drove to an intersection, picked which direction seemed more run down and poverty-stricken, and headed in that direction, until there was enough graffiti to satisfy us. We stopped near the warehouses.
Alpha filmed the whole thing with commentary, while Baker doused with a pendulum. Charlie and I shared a thermos of coffee and made fun of them, but it was Charlie who noticed the wolves coming around the corner.
Six wolves total. I started in the car while Alpha took a few potshots at them. Baker, never one to play it safe, took pictures of the next piece of graffiti while everyone else tore into the car.
I noticed that his shadows, off the streetlight, were reaching up to grab him while I drove toward him. He jumped onto the hood and we drove away. The wolves and shadows pursued us for a few blocks.
We stopped at a late-night McDonalds and went over the pictures of the graffiti. I still think they're advertisements from aliens, for products we can't understand.
What do you think they mean?
In any case, I think I'll try to have a pleasant, quiet evening tomorrow night. Too much social life leaves me all tired out.