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Stingy's Normal Day

I wake up naturally at about 7:30 or 8:30 or 9, shuffle to the hallway and down the stairs. The girls stay in bed. Still blank from last night's beers and booze, I pivot every so often to let the blood sputter onto the shores of my most remote memory banks. Thats the stuff. What stuff? Yea nothin' and keep rambling forward. I piss away a shiver and feel just fine.

In the kitchen, grinding the coffee, satisfied by the squeal searing through my skull and shoulders. Set that straight, and put on a Lee Hazlewood record. Time sweeps past me as I amble around to manage my small chores. Gladys trots up, stetches, yawns, and I let her out the door. She squints at me from the sunny spot in the yard, then spins around and looks for a patch to shit on. Soon she locks into focus, gallops and takes a sharp few bounces at a frightened squirrel. I close my eyes for a determined, mighty blink as the daylight is completely washing over me. Take a shower later. Maybe I'm hungry. I'll have a shot and a beer. Walked around and saw the ground. Never ran. Never will.