well, I was going to go on about having deeply offended my troubled friend, but instead i'll reminisce about the cat that Lee and i found in the street, many years ago, that had been hit by a car.
We were absolutely baked, and he and i have discussed the fondness with which we remember those days....utterly stoned and eating and laughing and listening to good music while we drove around.
We came upon this cat one night in our neighborhood...It was sitting in the middle of the road.
It looked like it was eating something or throwing up maybe...As we got closer we realized it was puking blood. It had defecated as well and was in a dazed state...As i write this i begin to feel such grief thinking of it...i am recalling it in great detail...
It was a black and white cat, tuxedo maybe...we went to 2 or 3 doors to see if the cat belonged to someone...Nobody claimed the dying beast, but one woman suggested getting a shovel and bashing it over the head. Nobody was willing to do that, so someone found a piece of plywood and we inched its body up onto it and put it into the back of Lee's car.
We drove into San Marco where there was a 24 hour emergency veterinary service.
We listened to the cat's breathing become more and more labored. I believe his lungs were filling with blood and when we pulled him from the car his eye had begun to inflate like a balloon.
As we entered, a man stood talking to the woman at the desk about his frickin' dog itching and itching...and we're holding a bloody animal that needs to be euthanized, but the dog is just itchin'....She acknowledged us and we had to fill-out a few forms swearing to JayZuss that it's not our cat....meanwhile, the poor soul is moaning and choking on blood, but i've got to sign some more forms, hold-on kitty, you can wait for a few more minutes, quiet that rasping down
They took him, and we were solemly sober for the rest of the night....maybe a few tokes to erase the horror of it all.