When you look at your life with a delicate distance, with a liberal perspective, notice the last five or seven years were not much more, not very different than a hamster in a cage riding his wheel.
I know, I know, the image is painful, uncomfortable, a little annoyed.
On one occasion I went to a vet, was a little drunk perhaps, I admit, with frustration and sadness scarf coiled around his neck. I bought the hamster that I saw in the window, with the wheel and the little cage. I said it was a gift for my daughter.
I went out, put my hand and I let him go. It was for me the most important thing I could do in my life. I put the hamster, white boy, with a little black spot and a little coffee with milk over much of the back, I let go, he said, put it on the sidewalk.
Hamster I looked, something upset, and then, well, just as you're doing, shook his head.
I know, I know, the image is painful, uncomfortable, a little annoyed.
On one occasion I went to a vet, was a little drunk perhaps, I admit, with frustration and sadness scarf coiled around his neck. I bought the hamster that I saw in the window, with the wheel and the little cage. I said it was a gift for my daughter.
I went out, put my hand and I let him go. It was for me the most important thing I could do in my life. I put the hamster, white boy, with a little black spot and a little coffee with milk over much of the back, I let go, he said, put it on the sidewalk.
Hamster I looked, something upset, and then, well, just as you're doing, shook his head.
0 comments:
Post a Comment