13 July 2012

Working the Frog Venom Metaphor For All It Is Worth

Took the dog up to the mountain after work. Found ourselves a shady creek. Some people's dogs love them even if they do not make an effort to give their dog a happy life. The Hammer is not one of those dogs. Any unhappiness she has inside her is due to my having to work in a motherfucking sawmill. Hard to keep a dog, or anybody, happy from there.

Got home and fed her. Filled up her water bowl. Poured myself a Black Russian and put Public Image Limited's new record on the stereo. Black Russian and black vinyl. The alcohol and the punk rock hit me in the gut like an exquisite South American frog's venom.

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