Archives: August2009

• On Needs

  I was born and raised in a world at war with words and emotions. Where others had nurturing parents and cushy nests to perch on, I was the concrete jungle cub learning to run with the wolves and how to fight, how to kill, how to take what I  needed to survive. Asking for anything you needed, new shoes, lunch money,  a ride to a soccer match, no matter how petty, it warranted a low, rumbling growl and quick snapping [...]

• Grumpy Guy at the Dog Park

  I discovered today that I need complete silence in my immediate little slice of personal space- order to be able to read. I had it for a while until 2 cows and their unholy offspring came into my shade, mooing incessantly and in perfect sync with the little ones. Between the whining and cud chewing, I couldn’t make out a syllable or digest a sentence. The dumb cows attracted the rest of the heard and before I knew it, I [...]