You tattoo your failures on, on to your length of arm; they may run wrist to shoulderblade.
-Matt Pryor
He sat at the table, a can of PBR in his right hand. –All
this skin took years to finish. Crazy, man. I would have it lazered off but I
like to keep it as a reminder.
-Of what?
He points
to the arc and the great flood, the dove with branch, the three crosses atop
Golgatha. –I keep it as a reminder of man’s penchant for belief in just about
anything, no matter how terrible the consequences. I’m not sure it all happens
like I was told.
-Then what
happens?
He points
to the pitbull staring out the window. –If I treated her like she was born bad
and would never be goodnatured, guess what, she’d be one of those dogs you hear
about on the news, eating kids and shit. Aggressive breeds? Look at her. I
don’t think it’s the dog’s fault. Maybe the master is to blame.
-For AJ
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