Cute little things. The birds. Colorful. Tweeting away as if their lives depended on it. If these birds could talk, they’d say they want out. Like me. And you know what? They’d have a place to go. The great outdoors is just waiting for them. All I’d have to do is open the cage and let them out. If only I could go with them.
I don’t blame you, Phyll. You might think I do, but I don’t. Fate did it. Fate. I woke up one day alone. Our beautiful home. Gone. Our life together. Gone. The money you mismanaged, God love you, devil take you. Gone. Why did I trust you to take care of something so important? I was bored I suppose.
“Just never mind,” you said. “Let me handle it.”
One of the most important aspects of our future, and I said, “Sure.” Without a single doubt, I handed it over to you to manage for us. Fate. I woke up one day and fate just farted in my face
So here I am at Happy Acres. We used to joke about that, remember? One place so much like the other.