I had much time to think, to think about problems in a way where I felt like I wasn't one, or wasn't creating more. Shit just happens. Things just are. Problems were attitudes applied to stuff. With less and less attitude, I thought about myself and other people. Truthfully I just didn't give a shit, didn't give a shit about most of the people I'd known in my life. I thought about Tabby, and I did give a shit,and after a while I didn't feel mad at her, or myself. I thought about the baby bird, and I still felt sad.
Everything is basically everything, was the conclusion I reached during this time. I wandered around, checking out the different neighborhoods ofAce City, giving myself credit for staying alive, and at the sametime developing enough smarts that I wasn't getting mugged/robbed/beat up/killed.
And usually when I saw dogs I smiled to myself, and pretended that I could hear Tinto and Lulubelle giving each other shit.
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THE DOG HUNTERS (completed)
Fiksi UmumA 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...
