this morning #930.

this morning, it finally hit me that he was way more comfortable with pets than he was with people. friendly with the felines. “down with the dogs, dawg.” he actually awkwardly said those words to me one fall afternoon, just prior to initiating a wrestling match with his landlady’s poodle. i stood on the sidelines with his landlady as she took drags off a misty. together we watched a grown man wrestle a poodle. when he’d had enough, he admitted defeat & joined us for a conversation mostly about how he’d just wrestled a poodle. i tried to change the subject. “how’s your mom doing these days?” he went mum, just sort of shrugged. that reaction right there should’ve tipped me off.