Welcome to the first installment of Raccoon Blog. For those of you who don't know me personally, I live in a neighborhood that is owned by a raccoon roughly the size of an adolescent Kodiak bear. I don't mean that in some kind of surrealist/allegorical way. I'm not one of those people who just writes a bunch of bizarre shit that intermingles mythical beasts, their own personal lives, poorly interpreted philosophy, and random items like toothpaste and india ink. Negative. When I say that this raccoon owns the neighborhood, I mean the fucking thing goes where he wants, when he wants. He has no fear of people. And as I asserted while walking home from a bar Saturday night, he could eat most dogs. Mostly because he has a swagger.

Over the next few days, I will bring this blog up to speed on the encounters my brother, his girlfriend, and I personally have had with the raccoon up to this point. Once that's done, I will continue to update with any new sightings/encounters, as well as posting a bunch of half-boiled speculations as to where the raccoon came from, what he thinks he's doing, and how long his reign of terror will last. If I'm really lucky, I may even manage to snap a photo or two of this beast. Stay tuned. Raccoon Blog will be your new "Lost" in no time.