You Do Right By Me, I'll Show

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

Dear God. Not Only Am I Unemployed And Homeless, But I Also Have A Pregnant Woman, Bereaved Dog, Elephant, And Eleven Horses To Take Care Of.

I Am Further Back, Surrounded On All Sides By Wailing Men, Their Faces Shiny With Tears. Uncle Al Promised Three Dollars And A Bottle Of Canadian Whiskey To The Man Who Puts On The Best Show. You've Never Seen Such Grief-- Even The Dogs Were Howling.

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

Being The Survivor Stinks.