My dad and I were hurrying past the leopard cages on our way back to the bandstand when one of those giant cats unleashed a fountain of steamy urine right at my head. He shoved me out of the way and snapped his tuxedo jacket over his head in one quicksilver movement. The stream hit him right in the back as I trotted in front of him untouched. Three seconds later, while still shoving me along, he calmly looked back over his shoulder at the leopard and offered his notorious and disdainful, “god damn.”
When we arrived at his drum kit, he tossed his jacket on the floor, and sat down with perfect posture, sticks up. I ran off to the side, and he mouthed, “I love you love you love you,” and blew me a kiss like always.
The ringmaster blew the whistle, and my dad played the last 90 minutes of the circus drenched in leopard piss.
The show must go on.
- Leopard Cubs (ajaytao2010.wordpress.com)