A Divination of the Dog

“Thanks” replied Rome. “Alex, Lisa, Jada, if your down and I were going to take a ride later, first to get some food, then to see what is up with this Tupac painting. If you change your mind Sam, holla at one of us. They can miss me with the bullshit because I’m gone.” Hearing that Lisa was going to be with them as they went to see the Don Killuminati, while I had to help my father grocery shop, almost broke my heart. “Im going Miss Crabtree, I just stopped to ask for directions.” Alex said to a teacher I do not think went by the name, Miss Crabtree. “I’m going to class Sam, I will call you later to see if anything changed”, Jada said to me before saying to Alex “Why do I feel like somehow I’ll be squished into a back seat”, as they both split. Adding salt “Not true, I’ll let you have the front seat while me and Lisa chill in the back,” said Alex Kyle’s fading voice. I could hear the school television, which was fastened to the top corner of the Main office wall report “The United states is declaring a National Emergency in order to combat this global pandemic, or something of that nature” said the president. I then thought, Lisa need not fear, someone was always going to want to be around her, virus or no virus, that I knew. “Excuse me. Young man. Go get yourself a tardy slip at the Cafeteria. I will walkie to let them know Tupac is on his way.” Chapter 3 Doctor Farrow was able to rest, not quite in the palm but in the webbing between the index finger and his thumb, the left side of his face, like that of an intellectual thinker, who before speaking to me, crossed his left leg over his right knee, prudently. “A requirement for a first time author with a PhD is to study research already researched by such indelible minds as Psychoanalyst Harry Sullivan, who once wrote that psychological stress on the body can distort our perception of others solely based on the projected fantasies we have for them. It’s somewhat of an immature defense mechanism.” “By the way, Congratulations.” I said his face confused, “For your book being referenced in my theory class”, I remember Mr. Burt saying “Okay class have a good rest of the day. Hey, if you want some light reading for the weekend, Sam. Check out Doctor A.M. Farrow’s book “You Might Not Agree with Everything I Say, but You Need People Like Me to Support Your Fucked Up Existence.” “A mere poetic line composition from my earlier work, that’s all that is. Sadly it’s misquoted too often. I thank you for your recognition none the less”, Doctor farrow said with humble pretend. “Yea” I said still not believing myself to be crazy, “well the next time you speak to Harry, let me know what he thought about 2020.” “He’s dead.” Doctor Farrow quickly responded.