Reminder that all my new shit is on Substack.
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Every day I walk my pug in the park. Throw her a tennis ball small enough for her little jaws. I look at birds. I meet people, middle aged women. We talk about our dogs. How old is yours blah blah blah. The dog loves them. She’s thrilled to see her friends. The women are thrilled to get the love they can’t get from their inferior dogs. My dog was bred over thousands of years to be a loving companion. Theirs were meant to hunt rats or pull sleds or what have you, and are only nice as a side gig.
Women and one guy walking his schnauzers every day. A kind man who shook my hand when I moved to the neighborhood. Takes care to make small talk. And I stopped seeing him. It was weeks. I didn’t notice till I saw him again. He was fucked up. His face was swollen and he was walking with a cane. How are you doing man I say. And he says not good bro I just got out of the hospital. And I say what happened and he says alcohol, I have a problem with alcohol.
I go four months and then I take one drink it’s and it’s months fucked up and I wake up in the hospital. This is the fourth time man. And he shows me his belly covered in bruises. He’s worried about his liver. And I say you know I turned twelve years sober yesterday.
Oh no shit
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