this morning #72.

this morning, it wasn’t funny any more. no man should have to endure such cruel misfortune delivered in such relentless repetition. it just kept coming. today, he woke up to find each & every one of his cherished tropical fish floating belly up under the glowing LED lights of his 100-gallon aquarium. despite his repeated cries of “don’t touch the tank,” his spoiled nephew spent good portions of yesterday afternoon’s visit repeatedly tapping on the glass, as if the fish would engage with him or something. beyond half-hearted scoldings, his sister did nothing to discourage this behavior. by morning, the tank was a graveyard. the mourning continued.