Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Dogs Doing Things
The spaniel crossing the street, in the crosswalk, suddenly cops a squat and begins shitting as the cars turning pause in horror. He looks baffled and ashamed at his own actions: "terribly sorry, I have no idea how this happened, please don't look at me like that." His owner has to drag him out of the way of oncoming traffic, leaving a trail of tidy turds.
A girl in beige spike heels strides into the intersection without looking down, and miraculously misses each of the little bombs, as if they weren't even there.