I am working hard to support an eventually rock and roll lifestyle

I peer around nervously. I sniff left, sniff right. Where is she? What the fuck? It's almost two o'clock and I still haven't eaten and she told me that she had a tip on a homeless man scattering bread somewhere between B and C. Why the hell are those homeless guys always giving away bread anyways? You'd think they'd want it for themselves, seeing as they are homeless. Goddamn. Shit! I shift my paws nervously, peering up at the park bench in front of me. Those other guys are gonna get to that bread first if she doesn't come back soon. Christ, I'm so hungry. It's October 3rd and it's' still 75 degrees outside. The heat irritates me, makes my muscles antsy, scratches at my spine, makes me shit all the time, makes me ANGRY. And HUNGRY! What if she got hit by a car? Jesus Christ, what if she's dead? Avenue B is usually safe but it's always possible. People never look carefully enough and people really don't care about me or about her. Goddamnit. Others are probably enjoying that feast already. It's probably all gone. Fuck them. I'm so hungry...

-J