I opened the door to a wild welcome from the pup; he did that singsong howl, his whole body straight and his head back. It signaled total happiness. A concept almost totally alien to me though I was around long enough to recognize it. I fixed him his dinner and he fixed his gaze on me, lest I leave in mid-chow. He wouldn’t eat if I left the room.
While he ate, I watched David Foster Wallace’s This Is Water on YouTube. Not sure what it did for me but it got my mind kick-started. The Davids in my viewing life:
David Mamet
David Simon
David Chase
David Milch.
The last I shared a wild streak of drugs, booze, and insanity with.
A knock on the door: my neighbor whom I now addressed as Doc. He seemed to go for it. He came in, rubbed the pup behind the ears, and took a seat. He was carrying
