He took many things seriously in a stupid way. He took many stupid things seriously. He married in haste and yes, it was a waste. He was talented at what he did, but he couldn’t remember what it was. He owned a dog that did frantic happy figure-eights around and between his legs until he realized the old boy was not happy but hungry. He doubted he had any dog food so he made the dog a roast beef sandwich and triangled it the way he liked when he was a kid. He tried to remember the last time he saw a full ashtray. He tried to remember the last time he saw an ashtray. He came awake into the morning. He saw that an hour had passed since he had fed the dog, and more than that since he began to anatomize his inner being. He found himself standing outside on his lawn rhapsodizing. He grasped for the word for the way the day was, found it, “muggy,” finned his way through the soggy air to his front door, opened it, went back to bed. It just wasn’t working out.
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