It's been a long time since I've updated this damn journal. That's not because I haven't had
things to say, but because I haven't had a chance to say the things I think I need to. A lot has
happened in the months I've been gone, but the world is still just as fucked as it's ever been
though. Who could have guessed?
I did manage to find a friend a few weeks ago while cleaning maggot infested horse meat off
my boots. He's an awesome guy. One that, so far, hasn't tried to steal my shit, kill me, or
even argue. He drools a lot, but it didn't take long to get used to. Once you get passed the
moisture and occasional smells he's actually pretty fucking adorable. I named him Kirk. You
know, like Captain Kirk?
He's a great dane. The dog king! They were always my favorite. I was never allowed to have
one back in the day because the dickhole landlords at my apartment complex swore dogs
were the Hitlers of the animal world. Cats? I could have had fifteen cats without an eyelash
batted. Only pussies fight off the undead with a companion that's a...well...pussy. I took
finding Kirk as a sign. Not from God or anything like that, but a sign that even through the
darkness, despair, hate, and hunger...you can find something worth fighting for from time to
time. Whether or not you're looking for it.
I found him trying to catch fish in a creek. It was a piss poor way to go about it, but he was
giving it everything he had. He was splashing around frantically like some sort of four legged
clogging machine actually. I'm not sure how he thought it was going to catch him a fish, but it
was hilarious to watch. I sat there on the bank watching him for a good five minutes before I
decided to help the poor guy out. I tossed a rock in the water by his feet. He froze instantly,
and just kind of looked at me. Lowering his head like he was staring into the eyes of a ghost.
He didn't move a single stocky muscle til I said "catch anything?" After that, he cocked his
head sideways for a few seconds before trotting right up to me like we were kindergarten
pals. Apparently he hadn't seen anyone worth talking to in as long as I had.
The few miraculous moments of laughter, pity, remembrance, and epiphany that came from a
giant frolicking around in a tiny creek bed left him very deserving of a couple fish. I rewarded
him with a big juicy carp after several failed attempts, and he thanked me with a disgusting
fishy lick to the face.