Barking senseless. Falling in love everyday all over again. There I bit a pound out of Eliot's cats. I didn't have a reason really, other than they annoyed the shit out of me. I barked at Sylvia too, to get her head out of the oven. She died. The holidays were black that year. And Emily. I guess I was her dog. Running down by the sea. Barking. Incoherently.