Crazy

I know a girl who has a dog.  She just barks all the time.  The girl that is, the dog just sort of sleeps a lot.  Like, after your friend just got married, and you got really drunk last night, and you woke up and had terrible McDonald's for breakfast, but didn't care because it was food, and then just sort of didn't want to move, so you didn't move.  That's what the dog is like.  If, of course, you did all that with a knitted sweater on, and feathers in your hair.  Because that's also what the dog is like.

But the girl, she's crazy as a loon.  She wakes up in the morning, and instead of brushing her teeth, goes straight to coffee.  The thing is, she has perfect teeth.  She's crazy.  Just like how psychopaths explode in the sunlight, psychopaths also have perfect teeth, no matter how often they do or don't clean them.  It's one of the perks of psychosis.  The downside being of course, people don't talk football with you anymore.  The upside is that they will talk a lot of blue-cheese-smiling-Winnebago with you.  They could talk about that all night, the crazy... people.

So anyways, she's got that dog.  The one with the feather and sweater.  So one day, it decides to run away.  Make a life for itself out on the streets, yah know?  Except, all the dog wants to do is sleep, like it did in the old days.  So it's gotta find motivation that may not exist.  Spent all her youth being sleepy and ignoring crazy people. So, now the dog's all losing it's mind, not knowing what to do, or how to live the life it always wanted to live.  Could drive yah crazy, it could.  Drove the dog crazy.  Drove the owner crazy.  Everyone got drove crazy, then ran out of gas.