June 25th, 2005



Still afflicted with foul, flattening humidity and bad air. Sleep is the only escape.
I went out with R and the dogs, and encountered the local drug dealer's Rottweiller, Zeus, a Baskerville-biting type giant, bedecked with strappy studded harness and chains. God, that was scary. The dealer is like some cartoon pimp, too, lurid yellow and orange waistcoated ensembles, elaborate footwear, and giant domed cap balanced atop a lush retro 'fro.. Everybody was cringing and grabbing their kids/dogs until he sullenly put the monster back on its lead. R insists Zeus is really not a fierce dog, though. The owner just wants him to looks evil.
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