man and his dog

Man and his dog He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out a beer, which he thirstily drank while wondering why everything was so quiet The maid had been in when he slept and everything was in order; when did the guests leave, or had he partied with his teddy bear, being lonely since his dog died Looking out of the window he saw many cars, they had no drivers and some had open doors as abandoned in haste, but what had happened? In a bakery/cafe he had a sandwich of cheese and tomatoes, he made it himself since the lady who owned the cafe was not there. It dawned on him he was alone in the world, everything was his he didn't need to share his good fortune with anyone, except for the cur outside who ran away and barked when seeing him He tried the Rolls Royce that belonged to the mayor, yes the ride was smooth, distracted by thoughts, he hit a lamp-post, but never mind there were other cars around At an expensive restaurant where he once had dined, he made and made himself a hamburger with hot fries drunk with the most expensive red wine possible. The dog that had growled at him looked at him through the window, wagging tail, it knew he was the only one left to feed it Months went by, life was getting a bit onerous, just him and the dog following him around, getting fat from his overfeeding. He stopped shaving and shower and wore the same pants since the day was endless anyway why bother with personal hygiene when there was no pressure to conform Deeply depressed, he jumped from the top floor flat of a tall building to end it all. No such luck! He descended, slowly broke down, and cried freely as the dog was the only witness to his sadness Doomed to live forever, he laid down under the bed but before falling into Nirvana's arms, he got up again someone had to feed the dog.