Dogs

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Posted 16 May 2010 in Uncategorized

There’s a beautiful hound dog that lives in my building named Stella.  When she was a pup, she had enormous paws and a bark so small, it was inaudible.  She has since become a teenager and is prone to howling piteous howls every morning at 5:30 am.  I wake up to this sound often.  I can’t bring myself to curse the dog, she’s so beautiful.

Other sounds in my building which really just needs to become a brothel.  The sound of the 300 lb front doors slamming at 11 pm, 3 am, 4 am. . .whenever the bail bondsmen come in from their work to go up to the apartment they rent upstairs.  They’re tired, they’ve chased bond jumpers.  They have families, they have stuff on their mind.  I would curse them, but if you won’t curse a dog, how can you curse a man who could feed the dog?

Back to Stella, her owner has allowed her nails to get long so that they clip and scratch on the linoleum as she canters in and out of the building.  Sleeping here is truly an impossibility.  If I do eventually go crazy, please someone read this blog and tattoo my landlord, Aki Fujimoto,with my gravestone insignia.  Now she sleeps forever.

Commercial space should be rented out to legitimate businesses, not the Version Mary 10.1.7, you know what I’m sayin’?

Bike accident or sleep deprivation?

It’s hard to tell.

Love,

A


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