here i am eady for my evening walk, my trusty dog tiny at my side smoking a dog rocket. i am smoking a cigar from an isom that i was lucky enough to retrieve before the street sweeper got it wet.
tiny is always accompanied by his pet lion fang. no one knows what fang smokes, he growls when you get close to him to look.
the frog sitting on his rocker is never off his rocker and i don't know how he is able to keep up with us on our walk.
in the background is old siggy. he follows us most evenings, never sure whether to talk to us and perhaps help, or to have us caught in a net and placed somewhere, where we can't hurt anyone.
