1 day, before I crap out, I shall write 6 novellas & 1 novelette about
butchering a high-protein-meat chihuahua that was my favorite pet.
I can't function on tires with no air in them: bouncing on bath mats,
yanking brittle whiskers off the vile corpses of pure-breed cats after
drawing contaminated blood from the hardened necks of rabid bats.