September 6th, 2003

ledbetter tat

A stairway to nowhere.

I drove aimlessly around the city today with Bob in the passenger seat, getting lost then finding our way again. He sat upright for a while with his window down until he became tired, his front feet weary from holding up his body, and he curled into an eighty pound black ball. We approached every circle with trepidation and anxiety, and we invariably became disoriented as I tried to read the tiny street signs to make the correct turn.

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