Hear me out. Listen to what I’ve been saying since the cows came home. No one knows where they’ve been or why they left in the first place, but there they are again, clustered around the elephant in the living room.
I’m talking to whoever will listen. Waiting for someone to clear his throat.
Early one morning at the age of six I found a box of puppies in a patch of woods and brought them home. My grandfather drowned them in a tub of water.
Things were tough. There wasn’t enough food to feed the family, leave alone a box of puppies – which is probably why they wound up in the box in the first place.
That’s when I began to pull back from society.