Chapters (35)
- Cover
- Title
- Foreword
- Plant Growin’ Problems
- Nightmare
- Facing the Music
- Facing the Music
- Kubuku Rides(This Is It)
- The Rich
- Old Frank and Jesus
- Boy and Dog
- Julie: A Memory
- Samaritans
- Night Life
- Leaving Town
- The End of Romance
- The Crying
- And Another Thing
- Tiny Love
- A Birthday Party
- BIG BAD LOVE
- Falling Out of Love
- The Apprentice
- Wild Thing
- Big Bad Love
- Gold Nuggets
- Waiting for the Ladies
- Old Soldiersfor Lisa
- Sleep
- Big Bad Love
- Discipline
- Big Bad Love
- 92 Daysfor buk
- A Roadside Resurrection
- About the Author
It took a while for the words to sink in, for the reality of what I was reading to hit me. Mildred was gone, apparently, with another man with a huge penis. The reality sobered me up some, so I went out to my truck and got another beer and walked back over to my dog. He was still there, still dead, only by then he had begun to stiffen a little as rigor mortis set in. I knew I needed to get a shovel and bury him but I decided it could wait until morning. I looked at my house and I could feel the emptiness of it already. I went up on the porch and sat down. I could imagine Mildred in a hotel room somewhere with the man she had taken, and I could imagine them moving together and Mildred’s happiness and total fulfillment and joy with her newfound sexual gratification. I hated that I had never been able to give her what she wanted. I knew that I would just have to try and find another wife. I didn’t know where to start looking, but I decided that I would start first thing in the morning, as soon as the dog had been given a suitable burial. There were plenty of women out there, and I knew that somewhere there was one that was right for me. I hoped when I found her, I would know it. I felt like one part of my life was over but that another, just as important part, was beginning. I felt a lot of optimism, and I knew I could get another dog. But I was already beginning to feel a little lonesome, and I could feel it surrounding the house, closing in. I tried not to think about it, but I sat out there on the porch for a long time that night, doing just that. I looked around for the cats, but it was true, she had taken every last one, looked like. It would have been nice to have had maybe just one, a small one, to sit and pet and listen to it purr. I knew they could be cruel and vicious, but I knew they needed love also just like everyone else. I thought about Mildred in that other man’s arms, and how fine she looked in a bathing suit. Right about then I started missing her, and the loneliness I have been speaking of really started to set in.