So there was this tiniest puppy
And it brought me so much joy. Every time that I was having a bad day and I saw that tiny puppy it made my heart smile. Unfortunately, it belonged to some white trash neighbors of mine. They in turn would just leave it outside unattended. I wanted to steal it, but they lived right next door. I should have. Maybe it would be alive today. Last Thursday tiny puppy was hit by a car. I found out today. I am so angry that my hands are shaking. I want to punch that inbred fuck in the face. I told the new landlady that they have to go, because I can't live next to them after that. She said she would make sure of it, she loved that puppy too. To quote a dearly missed friend of mine, "I have so much rage inside of me."