the fifth squirrel he picked up off the street was the straw that broke the camels backbroke his back 

it was just a youngster scrawny  hadnt put on any masculine husk

its skull was cracked head slightly misshapen  a dull pool of coagulated blood waxed under its head and shoulder
a sticky black tar
                  curiously it seems all things if dying not murdered straight away assume the fetal positionreturn to the womb enter death as they entered life  

he paused a moment standing in the middle of the street  then he squatted and picked it up gently(with reverence) both hands by its midsection

rigor mortise held it taut like a stick
                          even its bushytail didnt unfurl   which squirrels are known fortheir twitching tails along with their raucous laughter(Please  whats the joke?!) infernal harpingchiding  seemingly quick tempered
their wry ability to belittle

his first and fifth squirrels remained distinguishable when he gathered them up and laid them to the side of the road
in the grass under tree shade 

the squirrels in between were so badly mangled that it was only their comparative size that could attest they were squirrels  that and the last tuffs of tail hair that waved like pitiful pennants  flags of surrender

he was saddenededging on despondent

the speed limit was 25 miles an hour

the street was winding vehicles parked at either edgeand some of them not parked wellangled or parked into the street
there were no kerbs no sidewalks  signs at either end of it entering the street at the intersections warned SLOW  Children at Play   and yet more often than he cared he yelled at oncomingpassing vehicles  SLOW DOWN! 
some jokesters veered at himhe didnt give ground and many more smeared their faces with disdain and
enthusiastically flipped him off as they lurched by

these days  life is cheapits apparent

real death happens only to human beings

why slow down for an animala lesser being  because you have some fucking place to be and it seems everyone behind the wheel had to be there soonertoo pressing Everyone GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY! because its their waytheir life we impede  gawdforbid  Its your world man Im just trying to live in it

he went home

he went into the backyard down to the mulch pit and took a loose reused brick off top its retaining wall and walked back up to the porch

he put the brick into his cloth bookbag that he wore slung over his shoulder as he walked and read

he went into the house and from the closet in his studio he grabbed ahold of a police billyclub he took off a cop who was beating a woman protestor senseless in Chicagos Grant Park  because the cop wore a riot helmet he smashed his leg with the club on the side of his kneethat was quite the scream  then he smashed his right elbow another quite the scream  it gurgled into crying  he paid as much attention to the cops crying as the cop paid attention to the womans pleas

he put the billyclub in the bag next to the brick

and smiled

        and out of nowhere as he walked down to the street book in hand bag hanging off his shoulder he heard an old high school cheer in his ears  Give me an A  A!  Give me a C  C!  Give me a T  T!  Give me an I  I!  Give me an O  O!  Give me an N  N!  WHATS THAT SPELL  ACTION!  WHATS THAT SPELL  ACTION!  WHATS THAT SPELL  ACTION!  GIVE EM ACTION BOYS! YAAaaahhh!   no more SLOW DOWN!
                                                        hed see if cars could stop in time for a brick lobbed into the streettimed to meet their windshields   and perhaps their faces behind them

1541,  Twosday,  8  8. 17
1111,  Thursday,  17  8. 17