Paralyze The Mother Fucker
“Hey, your dog is looking pretty tired,” I said loud enough for this guy to hear through his headphones.
He was riding a bike on the boardwalk and his leashed dog was doing his best to keep up.
Looking down at the dog he yelled back to me, “He’s fine. He can go twenty miles without breaking a sweat.”
That may be true, but the dog might have been on his last legs.
Might have been.
I wasn’t exactly sure.
And that’s the only reason I didn’t deliver karma.
My first thought, really, was to rip him from the bike like a samurai would dismount an opponent from a horse. Then, chain him to my car and drag him around town for a few miles.
But I know me. And by the time I found a chain and figured out how to actually chain it to my bumper, I would have forgiven him.
So, I quickly replaced that idea with a more immediate one: ripping him from the bike, samurai style, and breaking his spine over my knee. Really.
Gabe, didn’t you just put out a book called Love Looks Like This? Don’t you always say that we’re all connected?
Yes and yes.
This is love. Tough love. Very tough love.
And, yes, we are in fact all connected. This world, this universe, is one giant organism. And sometimes I’m a brutal white blood cell. Removing cancers from our body. Taking names.
Someone has to stand up for that dog.
If not me, who?
Right, there’s you. Thank God for you. Really.
justice is ours,