7.17.06

Category: dribblings

it was a miserable work day. i think it was like, 100 degrees. i was outside painting black wrought iron with sticky, bollicky, hateful enamel paint while sweating buckets of sweat and sunscreen into my eyes and drinking hot water by the bottleful. 

it was so hot and evil that i had to put a dirty rag in the back of my cap so’s to create my own Beau Geste hat. i’m sure they have a real name. you know, one of those French Foreign Legion hats.
mine didn’t look so queer though. it just looked….
homeless.

my brother called around 2pm and asked what i was doing. i was so overheated and grim i started crying and told him i was dying.

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yesterday i was driving home and roxy was in the back seat with her head out the window. just as i got on south 11th street these hispanic douche bags (so racial!) stepped out into the street in front of my jeep and i had to slam on the fucking brakes. i hear roxy make a thump sound and a kind of whine and i turn and say, “rox? you okay?” only roxy’s not in the car. apparently she flew out of the window when i slammed the brakes.

i put the car in park and jump out and there she is all…running away from the jeep at the speed of light.
“well, apparently she didn’t brake anything.”

i had to hang a u-ey and by the time i was able to turn around she was gone.

i know. it was less than 30 seconds and kapoop, disappear. i pulled into Wood Bros. ‘cos i thought maybe she’d walk up to somebody over there but she wasn’t around there. i finally see her in the road, in the middle of that intersection to get to the Black Creek Parkway. i know. time practically stops as i watch car after car slow down to avoid hitting my giantess of a dog.

i park the jeep over at the swapmeet and start calling her and she looks over and THANK YOU JESUS AND GOD she came straight to me all, “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, JAIMIE? WHERE AM I? WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! I COULD’VE DIED!”

i wasn’t sure if i was going to throw up or have a stroke. or both.

she’s fine. she’s got a little skinned place on her leg. i figured today she’d be all saggy and laying around from being all stoved up or whatnot, but no, she’s all moving around and barking and eating my leftover french fries.

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dog days of summer, indeed.

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i’m starting to become paranoid about leaving the house.

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