rat tale.

today, i found an old photograph of myself when i used to be happy. i looked so fucking boyish. it was probably taken around the time i went bananas.

i was thinking of this picture while driving, and a rat crawled into the street in front of me. i tried to swerve out of the way, but i ran the rat over, killing it. through the rearview mirror, i saw a dead body melting into the road behind me.