Suffering
Another year, another horse race, another horrifically merciful equine euthanasia.
A real party for real people. Ending on the floor of Jane's apartment, above B+D, my broken arm lying hapless at my side, crying out into the night; "Father! Father!--I have fallen...."
Later, sliding down the roof as if a part of God's SWAT team, only then slinking off into the night, two blocks before the rest, and falling asleep in the washer, spinning in the rinse cycle.
"My life! My life!"
It has become thus: Happiness tempered only by the backfire of Banana Red Mad Dog 20/20.
A real party for real people. Ending on the floor of Jane's apartment, above B+D, my broken arm lying hapless at my side, crying out into the night; "Father! Father!--I have fallen...."
Later, sliding down the roof as if a part of God's SWAT team, only then slinking off into the night, two blocks before the rest, and falling asleep in the washer, spinning in the rinse cycle.
"My life! My life!"
It has become thus: Happiness tempered only by the backfire of Banana Red Mad Dog 20/20.