On Friday morning I woke up, shut off the alarm and let out the dog into the octopus ink blackness of a Canadian worker's morning. Stretched, scratched my balls and looked at the clock. 4:00 AM, well before I am forced by the alarm to awake from Neverneverland. I had dreamed the bit about my alarm going off and me shutting it off.
This morning I awoke to the sound of the Poppy Family's "That's Where I Went Wrong" in my head.
This old road, I don't know where it leads
And I don't care, cause it's not hard for me to see
That when it ends there'll be nothing there for me
Cause the only thing I care about, I've gotta live without
That song has been rattling around my head since my days as a member of a competitive table hockey league. No wonder I drink. Tonight it is going to be absinthe.
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Re: letting the dog out...... I can't do that anymore. My dog has gotten skunked 9 times in a year-and-a-half. I'm so damn tired of it, I keep a slingshot and a pile of ammo on my back porch. But at least she doesn't eat shit.
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