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 |  Subject: Tough times never last, but tough puppies do!  Fri Feb 07, 2020 9:57 pm | |
| Puppy: Hey Hana! Hi, Hello! Hola! Heya! Hey there! The splash of ice cold cherry Coca Cola caressing the back of his throat. The durable off white cotton hand wraps held in place by hope, physics, and velcro. The Carl Sagan motivational poster on the wall that says, “You Are Here”, pointing to a pale blue in the milky way galaxy. Puppy stared into the camera sipping on the straw to point where there was no cola left in bottle, and then continued to suck, leaving that uncomfortable slurping sound to resonate through air. Puppy: Hey Hana, get out of my head please?
You aren’t my mom, or my teacher, or my psychiatrist.
You’re not the boss of me.
In a whiney child-like voice Puppy: You aren't the boss of me.
I didn’t invite you into my mind space to live rent free, just so that you can open my fridge, make a sandwich and stomp on my couch with your shoes still on.
You don’t get to psychoanalyze me, wag your finger and say ‘tsk tsk Puppy, I’m soooooooooo disappointed. I expected better from you.” You don’t even know me lady! Heck, I don’t even know you. You don’t get to break me down like my favorite lego set, but then leave me scattered across the floor without even building me back up.
I didn’t schedule an appointment where I lay there on the couch and talk about my feelings while you scribble on a clipboardand ask, “...and how does that make you feel?”
...ooor did I?
Puppy raises an eyebrow as promo cuts to a scene between Puppy and Muscle Bunny in what looks like a psychiatrist office. A degree from University of Hard Knocks drawn in crayon hung on the wall. Muscle Bunny, a small but extremely stout individual sat cozy on recliner. She wore a long black skirt and a business like white blouse, except for the sleeves were cut off to show off her triceps and biceps. On the table, instead of coffee or tea, were blender bottles of vanilla protein shakesPuppy: This whole wrestling journey wasn’t some sort of ‘hero’s calling’. I can’t honestly stand here and tell you that I’ve always wanted to be a wrestler and that this - this right here is some sort of reality manifested. Never as a kid did I look in the mirror as a young pup with a makeshift championship belt, play with wrestling action figures with ninja-chop action, or cut promos into my improperly used toothbrush.
Nah.
I wasn’t about that life, but this life was about me. It welcomed me with open arms and a swift superkick to the face the first day I stepped foot in a wrestling gym. Pups blows a bubble with the ‘Big League Chew’ cotton candy bubblegum sloshing around in his mouth. The bubble grew incrementally, taking on a life of it’s oven before collapsing haphazardly with a small but audible pop.Muscle Bunny: mhm...mhm… and how does that make you feel? She says as she stopped paying attention somewhere towards the very beginning. The camera pans over her shoulder to see that her supposed notes were nothing more than a manga drawing of L and Ryuk sharing a honeycrisp apple. Puppy: It doesn’t make me feel any sort of way. Muscle Bunny: mhm...mhm… and how does that make you feel? Puppy: Oh man, that lady makes me so mad. She’s all like… “Chew your food, Puppy!”- “Don’t run around the pool, Puppy!”- “You aren’t as intellectual as me, Puppy!” - “You aren’t even a real Puppy, Puppy!” Oh man, shes the WORST! Muscle Bunny: mhm mhm...and how does Hana make you feel? Puppy: I can be cute too, you know! I can be as cute as baby yoda! I too can win a championship. I just haven’t felt like it, that’s all! But that's okay, became I'm going to go the distance. Get my hand raised. The ref is going to grab my wrist right about here and throw it up in the air as the announcer holds the mic up to their parched lips and bellows, "AND YOUR WINNER! THE...GOOD...BOY...PUPPY!" I've visualized it over and over again so I can manifest it! Tough times never last, but tough puppies do!
Puppy sits up and stares at the camera. He gets closer, and closer, and closer to the camera until there is nothing left in frame and focus but his mouth. Instead of saying one last clever phrase, Puppy licks the camera lens and it's fade to black. | |
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