Phil Gruber: LegendShe was walking funny by the end. She was pretty old. About 13, I think she was. The vet was right to want to put her down, I spose. Good riddance to her dog food farts. Stupid old dog. Whos going to say hello to me now when I get home? No one. A bloody quiet flat, thats who. The beer in my fridge will say hello.I should chuck out her old basket.Im shoving my hands deeper into my jacket pockets and hunching into the wind as I walk to the train station after work.Christ, what a day. That dickhead calling my Grubby. The names Gruber, dickhead. Thats what I should have told him. Its a shitty job anyway. Approving liquor license applications so some pricks can get rich while other pricks drink their lives away. It takes a prick to help a prick be a prick. I spose some people get happy when they
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