Drinking whiskey. Best easy chair. Watching MacGyver on syndication.
Azetc's on my lap. My black lab. We're best friends.
He's the only one who's stuck by me, through thick and thin.
When everyone else's abandoned me. Family. Friends. Strangers.
Women I pick up at a bar. All leave me in the end.
At least I get to keep my souvenirs. Tokens from my acquaintances.
Dogs don't care. Dogs love you for who you are.
Straight, gay. Rich, poor. Black, white.
Seem wiser than people.
On my bad days, I wonder what momento I'd keep from Aztec.
After he leaves me.