Honourable mention in the 6th Annual Geist Literal Literary Postcard Story Contest.
Dog died Tuesday.
Buried him Saturday cuz Addie couldn’t come ’til then. Reef bitched that we always wait for Addie. But we couldn’t have Dog’s burying without music. We agreed on that.
It was the best funeral. Dog looked good, considering. Couldn’t hardly see where the bullet went in but Reef said pull up his head and look at the back and you’ll see. The funeral man told Reef to stop and he did but that guy better watch where he parks.
Dog knew not to disrespect a guy. That’s what got him there in that box. But I think it would’ve been better if he crapped his pants in the van instead of making a run for the house—cuz Manny seen him. If he’d stayed in the van with Reef and the guys and crapped his pants instead, Dog would’ve seen Manny first and bust a cap in his ass, that’s for sure.
Addie sung “My Heart Will Go On” which is a bullshit song but Dog always liked it so I guess that was all right. And then “Hail Mary.” Later on, Reef and Addie had a real bitchup when Reef said we shoulda had the Tupac CD and Addie got all pissed and threw some stuff around. Then we went for Chinese buffet and Reef made her laugh when he stuck chopsticks up his nose. It was all good.
Next week we go fix Manny for sure.