desolation angels: point b
my brother and his girlfriend adopted a 10 week old pitbull puppy and named it gus. a woman told my mom that letting a 21 year old adopt a pitbull is like handing them a loaded gun. i guess it depends on how old the 21 year old is.
you have to train him not to bite, i said. he was weak from surgery. a fully adult male pitbull had bitten him across the snout; a scar on over his left eye. his hind legs were wobbly and he sleeps a lot. you have to train him not to jump up, i said.
gus was lying comatose on the floor, but with a shaky burst of energy he stuff his nose into the carpet and started sniffing. he was so small. he found my finger and put it in his mouth. his teeth were soft. you have to train him not to do this, i said. but i left my finger in his mouth, afraid if he would stop chewing…that he would fall back asleep and never wake up.
how are murderers made
point b
in the beginning he said with everyone there is a point a and a point b. we don’t know what our point b is and that’s what is scary, but it is what happens between point a and point b that matters.
how can you have so much in common with someone and still be unable to let them in
how can you hurt someone who has done nothing to deserve it
who are you in the end
because i don’ t understand it am i moved by something larger than myself
am i saving you for someone else
or is this a conspiracy of disconnection. is there no one out there for us
what mistakes have we made, what have we laid to waste
you will find it
it might be under a fuckton of rocks but it is out there somewhere
in someone
i don’t think i’m incapable
i am not too bitter
and i do
i do have hope
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