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November 5, 2010

jackhammers past

I woke up at 2:45 and looked at my phone. 2:45 it said. A.M. I laid in the dark with a buzzing rumble in my ears, it was still in the house and outside on the street, but the damage to my drums was ringing a faint echo of jackhammers past.
dum dee doo…
The neighbor went to Bermuda to play in a rugby tournament, he left me to walk his dog. The neighbor grew up in foster homes without a strong dad. The dog barks and snarls and runs when I try to get close enough to hook the leash on the collar. I wonder to myself, did he adopt the dog that he used to be? Afraid and unsure who will love him and who will kick him?
I spent half an hour on my back in the living room acting like a calm golden retriever, and finally she came and stuck her nose in my crotch and sniffed, then licked my hand, then laid down next to me and chilled.
I got up later and cooked a pizza from their freezer.


  1. I like this story! Especially the part about you acting like a calm golden retriever in the middle of the night. You should do more sleepless writing.

    Comment by dastard — November 6, 2010 @ 6:45 am

  2. I have to go to bed at 7:30 to do it…

    Comment by Rolston — November 6, 2010 @ 9:07 pm

  3. Man I got a smart spot in me Heart. I just wanna say I have learned more from my dogs, than I have from any person, Place, Or Thing, My dog teaches me more about me than a weak Dad

    Comment by fellah — November 6, 2010 @ 9:24 pm

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