18^th January 2017

I awoke to a world gone mad. Or possibly a Wednesday. I wasn’t really paying attention.

    I went to the butcher to buy some hog squeezings and half-a-pound of cow’s mind only to be told by the proprietor, Monstrous Kenneth, that he was sold out. Propelled by my own rage, I danced out of the shop, my flailing arms shattering a passing bus as I went.

    Hoping to ease my fury, I grabbed a nearby squirrel and stared at it for an hour. In that time, we came to understand each other, he and I. Godspeed, Mister Squirrel. Perhaps, in another life, we could have been friends.