Who is that?
When I was young, about 15 or 16, I had had a very bad week. The bullies at school had several goes at me and my mother was her usual verbally abusive self. So some how I had managed to spend the weekend at a friends house, and he lived in the middle of Ocala National Forest. To vent my anger I decided I would go for a run, more like a mad dash thru the brush. After walking about a mile. Thinking about everything that had gone wrong. Letting the anger build up inside me. I pointed myself in a direction off the beaten path and I began to run, using my anger to fuel me. Thru brush, briars, and a stand of scrub oak, I pushed my way thru it all, not caring about the scratches and snags. I just ran. As I came to a clearing, still running as fast as I could, I felt a presence beside me, on my right. I looked and I saw a pair of goat legs, and I thought "Pan?" My eyes traveled up to a face that was grinning at me, only instead of goat horns, he had antlers on top of his head. Antle...