Saturday, August 2, 2008

heart of teflon

My wife left me after an extensive erotic tour of Gillespie’s verdant midtown. All the while I sat at home unaware while she pointed her feet to the sky and emptied her head of any sense of duty, commitment, or regret. I brought her to sleeping around, she said, because I showed her little attention in carnal matters. It seemed to me that the punishment didn’t nearly fit the crime. If a dog bites you rap it on its nose and send it outside, not empty out your rifle into its gullet.

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