This is the second in a 2 parter. Not really edited so sorry about that. Also maybe you should read part 1 for this to make sense. So were I left off C-girl my roommate had packed her shit and vanished. Or I watched her drive away with no idea why. I went in the townhouse and it was clear why. A couple pair of her shoes sat at the front door chewed to shit. I headed upstairs to her room and she had left more chewed items in the room and a small TV that was smashed on the floor. Those old 13" ones that people had. I assume some how Obie had pulled it down. I went into the basement where my room was. Nothing was damaged but the amount of dog piss and shit was overwhelming. SO I had asked a friend (Black we can call him, see old blogs if you want) to stay at the townhouse and look after the dog. He told me he would but while we were gone he changed his mind. Now he said he did come and take the dog out, which I believe as there was some new dog poop in the backyard but clearly he did...
So I wanna be a writer. I think it was Stephen King who said to be good you had to spend hours a day at it. So this is my answer to that, warm up for real writing. Small town Alberta boy living now in E-town. Follow on twitter @Tavis_P also for reviews of things Tavis P on yelp.