The View From A Farr
The creature I saw prowling around on my front porch last Tuesday afternoon was, without a shadow of a doubt, a hideous-looking Chupacabra.
Yes! I said Chupacabra. All seven-feet tall of it, by my estimation. With teeth as sharp as knife points (its mouth was clenched tight, but I could imagine them) And his breath smelling like the putrid trash I forgot to toss out Thursday – or ma...