Story one. Tinto had been a soldier, got wounded, got the morphine pump,got hooked on other heavy drugs, completely fucked up his life, and realized dogs were the key to the universe of salvation, and as such they needed to be studied and appreciated and honored. And then he needed a partner to help him on this quest because he didn't like just talking to himself, though he could if he had to.
Story two. Tinto had been a tow truck driver working up in the mountains,and one day he'd arrived on a scene to find it was his wife's car that had gone into a ravine, and his wife and three young daughters were in the car, dead. From there he'd journeyed to Nashville to make it as a Country and Western singer, but was lured back because he'd discovered that dogs were the secret to all that was holy and relevant, and then needed to find a partner to track them.
Story three. There was a boring and exceptionally ordinary man named Tinto who'd had a baby girl named Lulubelle, and her favorite thing in the world had been to have daddy take her for morning stroller rides, and every time she saw a dog she'd go nuts, so that it became a most excellent game, until she developed leukemia and died in a horrible,fast, tragic way. Tinto had gone batshit crazy, and then decided dogswere meaning of life, and that he needed a partner to help him track them.
"Hmmm,"I said, when I'd heard all three stories.
The kid who I'd thought of as Lulubelle, but who now didn't seem to have any name, had tears in his eyes and he made no effort to wipe them away. "The Country and Western singer is the one I think about most, usually right before I'm going to sleep. He had such a beautiful voice, even though they way he used it was annoying asshit. I know you never heard him sing. Believe it or not, he was pretty shy around you." He began to cry full force, not holding back, people in the diner watching, not even pretending they weren't."He liked to yodel. He was a yodeler. And now I'm never going to see him again." The kid was drowning in tears.
"You don't know that," I said. "I don't think anyone knows anything ,but shit, especially something like that."
"No, you don't understand," the kid wailed, "It's over. It's gone.That's it. And you know what the worst, most horrible part is?"
"I don't know, man. What is it?"
"The dogs! He's never going to see as many without me. Tinto tracks forshit!"
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
General FictionA suicidal homeless weirdo has adventures. He runs into a duo of dog lovers, who spend their days traveling around the city observing and honoring dogs. Wisdom cannot be run away from. He escapes paradise and falls in love with a strange lady who m...
