sometimes i write just to keep from going insane.

sometimes i talk to my dog in long rambling sentences that babble on forever.

she just stares at me. somehow, it helps me.

sometimes it takes a couple of hours to work up the nerve to go to Wal-Mart.

"come here, bimbo. i need to talk" i shout.

she comes and sits on the couch next to me.

"Wal-Mart terrifies me. i'm never going back" i explain.

she understands,

scott