It’s About A Dog I. Ever wake up from a dead sleep knowing something’s terribly wrong? Yeah, my sister’s dog had a knack for that shit. One winter some years back my sister asked if I would dogsit Oliver for the night. I said of course. Me and my fuzzy little homie hung out, a…
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
