Jiya Backup

When Andy lived in Hollywood, he had a psychotic break, he became unhinged, it seems, it made my poor heart ache. One day, he saw a beggar with a dog, a cur so cute and sweet, being suckled by her pups, a dog with little feet. My lad pulled out his wad of cash, sixty bucks he did pay, the dog he lifted to his arms, and carried her away. He gave her name that very morn, and Milkshake she was named, he loved her to the moon and back, for this, he couldn't be blamed. He took a cab a hundred miles to Santa Barbara town, and walked into a bar that day his troubles there to drown. He walked into a bar, I say, and left Milkshake outside, He tied her to an iron pole, then she cried and cried. A cop found Andy in the bar and gave to him a fine, He carted Milkshake away, Andy was left to pine. Andy wandered the streets dismayed, he phoned on borrowed cell, "Please help," he begged, "my Milkshake is gone; my heart - a shell." We were enroute to LAX, but turned to try to sa...

"You can't take a tiger to a tea party," he told me, and indeed he had become a tiger. "Swear that you won't tell anyone, not even God, he told me. So I swore. It was a wild tale, told the day after his operation. A tale of rescue, a tale of murder, a tale of escape. I could almost have believed him, but no, too outlandish. Somehow, he had become unhinged. Maybe the anesthesia, maybe stress of the last months, maybe genetics, maybe some combination of all these. Time has passed, weeks, months, years have gone by since that day when the moon came out into the light of day and the dazzling sun climbed into the bed of night. And I have not been the same either.