It’s late Sunday evening and I feel like shit. There’s quite a din outside. The dogs are barking. My brother’s gone out to see what it is but I know it’s nothing. Dogs are strange animals. One dog knocks over a trash can and scares himself silly, so he starts barking at nothing and the dog next door thinks it’s a challenge and barks back. Two seconds later Bobby, and Danger, and Zoro, and Saddam have all joined in the chorus. Dog-Mozart would be proud. I throw my blanket aside and promptly feel a shiver go down my spine. It’s been cold for a couple of days now. On each of those days the girl on the 3 – 6 am show on the radio declares that we will have partly cloudy skies with temperatures rising into the mid-thirties later in the day. On each of those days she’s lied. The floor is cold as ice. I need a cigarette. I need a hobby. Perhaps I should start breaking into people’s houses. I don’t sleep much these days. I’ve tried and tried but at most I’ll sleep an hour a night. My brother’s just come back into the house. “Damn dogs!” he shouts. I chuckle. That’s his way of telling me I was right. His bedroom door slams shut. Hahahaha!
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 19:34:13 +0000
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