I look at the cats on the screened in porch and I see the serenity I have been chasing all my life.
Chasing relentlessly, like an ice cream vendor pursuing a child for a sale. Edging closer to the curb, choking off any chance of escape, veering dangerously close to the tricycle, pinching it up against the curb and screaming hysterically "Buy a Nutty Buddy for Christ sake, just one, that's all I ask. One goddamn Nutty Buddy so I can make happy hour at the Broken Dreams bar."
Yeah, just like that.
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