A dear friend just headed down the road after a night in chez Martinez.
If I ever write that book I'll owe her a thank you on the acknowledgments page.
But I am a lazy fuck so I probably won't write it.
Lucy keeps looking at me like I cheated on her because she can smell the other dog that was visiting. I keep telling her she drove me into the paws of another dog.
We're at an impasse.
I always thought I was a shitty person. But dogs love me. Yes, even Lucy. That means something, right?
My mangina ain't gonna wash itself!