Fridays with Freddy
“It started as a spontaneous walk through the nicer parts of town. I found a new tree to crap by, and experienced firsthand the unique disappointment that comes from picking up a rubber glove in your mouth that turns out not to be a rubber glove, at all.
We visited the Palace of Fine Arts, which was more than fine, and checked out the latest art exhibit. I stretched and lounged and enjoyed the warm sun on my face. Then, on the walk home, my biped became hopelessly distracted by an offer he simply couldn’t refuse.
Until recently, I thought him immune to such crass displays of transparent sidewalk commercialism. Alas, I was mistaken. My Human Butler assured me that our detour would be a “quick hello and a bit of refreshment.” Three hours later, I was still listening to the same endless loop of Duran Duran and Ah-ha, and marveling at the damage one can inflict by leaving a tab open for three or more hours.”