I walked into the fancy restaurant it's tables covered in flowers next to a japanese garden, wandering around, cocky, snatching bread from the waiters arms and finding myself my own table. It was surrounded by children with a youthful couple seated in it. The man looked up at me profusely apologizing and gave up the seat. The waiters whispered that this was the dead man's table and grinned little cheshire grins.

At home I sat looking up nude women on the internet when my mother arrived home with another dog, I can't remember it's name, it was white and fluffy like dasher and it came up and laid down beside me sniffing me before it used all of it's force to try and snap it's jaws around my neck. The dog was tiny but had the strength of a monster as my mother finally pulled it off of me.


- cancers floating about my veins


- Having all of the lights and devices in my room go on and the futon catch fire. The time spent unplugging everything then in the dark a child forming out of the burn futon and running straight through my father.

- finding a letter the guy wrote and talking about giving it back to his family before holing up with my parents in thier room.

- laying in bed mother crying my dad sitting on the couch staring, waking up