The meter reader lifts a foot: Hey. Your dog craps blue.
-No, it just molds in the yard. And it’s not my dog… Dogs.
You don’t pick it up?
-Who has that kind of time?
Look at me. You can only really see the warnings in winter. Summer you don’t know what hits you. In Winter it is just like any other goddamned monument. You learn to celebrate what’s available.