Wednesday, April 9, 2014

I Buried Elvis

Well, yeah, I knew the day was coming. I'm always honored to have the responsibility of caring for my neighbor's goldfish, Elvis, when she goes out of town. She goes out of town a lot. He's been struggling lately and I've been worried. I was due to move him back to my house on Thursday. He didn't make it. I had to go get him and give him a little service in my side yard yesterday.

Other folks seem to get over this stuff. I never do. It's all just who I am. I'm the happiest guy you ever met with the deepest well of blue that you ever saw. Sweet dreams, Elvis.

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