You know how it is when you're just going about your day and you hear a voice out of nowhere? There I was coming back to my place when I heard "What's in the bag?" I stopped, looked around, and didn't see anyone. So I carry on my way when I heard, "I said what's in the bag?" I stopped and looked all around again. I saw this lion walk out of the jungle that is now surrounding The Station. I stare at him, he stares at me. I'm thinking, so this is how I die, mauled to death by a lion in a jungle in San Francisco. Lovely.
The lion proceeds to tell me he's hungry. That didn’t make me feel any better. Oh, right! The bag. I told him it was a Philly steak and cheese sandwich. He licked his chops. I took the sandwich out, unwrapped it and laid it on the ground near him. He sniffed at it then told me to have a seat. When a lion aka king of the jungle tells you to take a seat, you sit your ass down.
He ate the sandwich, sat down then asked if I like music and singing. Honestly, I was sure I was trippin' balls, had fallen asleep and was having some fucked up dream. Alas, that wasn't the case. This lion and I proceeded to sing Broadway show tunes for the next hour. I shit you not. Then he fell asleep and I went to my apartment. His name is Amra. If you see him say hi and maybe get him a Philly steak and cheese sandwich.
Gotta say the whole thing was weird, but an experience. It made me think of Fillory.