"I wish I were a better person"
We were on our way home from the Bark Park with Cocoa. Earlier in the afternoon, I had snapped at her, needlessly. I've been representing a black, lesbian dj in an action against a radio station that, at best, is racist, homophobic, and anti-woman. Something happened today in the settlement--a snag--that had set me off. I had raged inside, and Maia had gotten burned from the heat of that.
"But you are a good person," she said.
I considered Maia and Cocoa in the mirror.
"Thank you, Sweetie," I said.
The snag had turned out to be nothing, and the rage, pointless.
As we drew closer to home, I began to feel more and more relief. I love taking Maia and Cocoa out, but I always feel relieved to get them back home safely. There's so much danger out there. From me, included.
John, Tuesday, September 13, 2011
"But you are a good person," she said.
I considered Maia and Cocoa in the mirror.
"Thank you, Sweetie," I said.
The snag had turned out to be nothing, and the rage, pointless.
As we drew closer to home, I began to feel more and more relief. I love taking Maia and Cocoa out, but I always feel relieved to get them back home safely. There's so much danger out there. From me, included.
John, Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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