Journal dagg's Journal: Belt Straps
I was just sittin' there on the bench. I didn't like talking to anyone when I was sittin' on the bench.
"Howdy friend"
Long pause.
"Howdy friend, I like yer belt straps. Me and me frog sure do like yer belt straps."
When he talked, his saliva shot through the air. I glanced over at his face and it was filled with craggles. The craggles were wrinkled.
"Why you sittin' on this bench?"
The man leaned towards me.
"I said - Why you sittin' on this bench?"
He repeated his question. He meant business. I was incredulous. I answered.
"ruff"
-- Roughly translated, that means "I'm a dog, and I'm not wearing any belt straps."