We are three years away from the much-anticipated Year of the Rat. The year 2020 promises prosperity and answers to the age-long mystery: Why? According to the Chinese, give the round eyes more sweet and sour sauce packets and make them beg for the hot mustard. Yet, as profound as the Chinese profess to be, that is not the answer.
In order to answer a question correctly, a question must first be formulated. Duh. The question at hand is simple: Why the year of the rat?
A photograph of Dustin one week before his demise.
It was the first day of Dustin’s life. Actually, more like his 12,153rd day, for he was 33 years old. Technically, it was his umpteenth first day of his life. He was one of “those” guys. At every possible given chance, he would declare a change of lifestyle. By the end of the day though, he ends up being the same person he was, in essence, the arc of a sit-com character.
The puppy and bunny in happier times.
The puppy was so happy, and why wouldn’t it be? No responsibilities. No owner. Just a whole lot of freedom. It was a sunny day, and it was as perfect as perfect could be. Not too hot, but warm enough to feel alive. And that nature, oh my sweet Jesus, nature was killing it. Not a sign of pollen or that “stink”, you know, half poop and half wet leaves. Disgusting.
I am a humongous Burt Bacharach fan. His music has greatly influenced me since I was a wee child. It is with much gratitude that I present “Sundance Kid Interlude”. If you’ve never heard the soundtrack to Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid, I highly recommend it.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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