he was returning from walking his daughters to school

he crossed to the opposite side of the street from the way he had gone for shits and giggles as many shits and giggles as one can possibly contrive while walking and reading

                                                          but the book he was reading Morgans Thin Air page by page inevitably bounced his eyes up out of the book in awedizzied by an array of astonishing descriptionsvisuals  terse dialogue

         and on one such bounce nearly to his exwifes house they alighted briefly on a crushed squirrel laying on the street freshkilled  its blood not yet coagulated

                                                 Muthafucker he muttered
The least you could have done was pull over confirm it was dead pick it up off the road

the squirrel had been runover several times since it was killed

the fact it was runover again and again maddened him

it wasnt degradationNo  it was disgraceful

                                            Whawas the word he was looking for

                                                                                                          Aaah
Desecration

maybe others might not think so

                                 however that made him laugh  he wondered how they might feel if he walked into a funeral parlour where a loved one laid and dumped their body out of the coffin onto the hushedplush carpet

                                                                                                                 the thought nearly set him to howl but it was too early in the morning in an upscale LA neighbourhood  he had some couth  evidentlyit seemed just enough to suppress a howl  a disgusted  passionate   howl

Nono  This aint the way its going to goNot  No  Way  No  How  Cant seem to find it in yourself to slow downAVOID  or brake for an animal  he wasnt leaving its body on the street a moment longer for human beings to desecrate it furthur because he knew some shit would come by and hit it again just for the hell of it

                                                                                     a spoiled punk rolling in Mommys or Daddys car  running over it for an OhNoYouDidnt! shout out

he really ought to carry that brick in the canvas bag slung over his shoulder that hes threatened to do the brick to chuck through the windshield window or against the body of a desecrating car or truck 

he was a boy scout once Be Prepared

in black MagicMarker hed write on it  THIS BRICK IS FOR YOU 

                                                                     hed probably have to carry a second brickNO   no  hed just carry the sap and knuckles his father gave him that he had carried in Miami when he worked as an insurance agent going door to door and carried cash should a driver become disgruntled at the significant damage a brick would do to their vehicle

                     though it aint the same as being dead  Is it?

he picked up two large wood chips that someone had rather than a front lawn and walked into the street squatted facing into traffic should it come and scrappedgathered the squirrels destroyed remains  maintaining  somewhat  its symmetry  the best he could 

an eye fell free as he carried it to the woodchipped curbstrip

he went back for it  rolled it onto the more-spooned of the two chips  then rolled it onto its broken skull

0800,  Monday,  7  10. 19

1433,  Reggae Friday,  22  11. 19

Tool  Sober  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nspxAG12Cpc