The Frenetic Dog

I am writing under conditions nearly indescribable. It’s a weekend. It’s a long holiday weekend. It’s night time. There’s a frenetic dog trying to gnaw his way to Nirvana on a hard plastic bone only feet from my feet. I looked at him; we wapped his tail on the floor.

At least someone is following his bliss.

The good thing about this excuse is I’ve had a full day. No fluff. No fucking around.

I’m ok with that. You shall be too.


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