Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Friday, September 27, 2019
Like an Animal
Katie and I help out the neighbors by occasionally walking their dog. We wrap the harness under and around her tiny, smooth-furred frame, and take her downstairs, where she immediately pulls us around the corner to a tree beside which a bald man stands between two cars, pissing on the street.
“Looks like everybody is peeing here tonight,” Katie says as the dog squats to do her business.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it anymore,” the guy mutters as he continues to do his.