just another ordinary day

i woke up late. and tired. maybe a little too much socializing in the last couple of days. too much drinking. too much food. too much strange conversation and awkward silence to swallow all at once. what doesn't kill you, they say. so with a fresh breeze and nothing better to do, i got lost in and old Steven King classic. stop thinking about deranged men answering ads to have other men eat them alive and focus instead on a nightmarish clown obsessed with storm drains and floating bodies and colourful balloons. i'm praying the movie won't ruin this re-read for me. so far so good. i look up and Pepe is walking toward the house with something unmistakable dangling from his mouth. the fourth gift in the last week or so and i knew he was going to deposit it inside the house under the table. except the mouse was alive and Amy wasn't quick enough to close the patio door. he scurried, slightly punctured, from room to room as i tried to shut as many doors as possible. i finally caught him in the mop pale and then wiped off the tiny blood stain on my modem. i let him out in the dug up lot just up the alley, figuring he might live to end up right back under my table. i never finished my beer and went to pick up some red snapper with Stef. he told me i should stuff some fresh basil down his throat. for flavour. i never realized fish had teeth. his dead eye watched me from the cutting board and i felt compelled to touch it. Amy slapped me on the back in a horrible reflex. we laughed. i sat down to write this and the music went off for the first time in three weeks.