Enjoyment

So I took the little black dog down to the Canarsie pier at the southern tip of Brooklyn. He needed a swim. There was bad traffic on the way down I must say. But I did take a wrong turn. I also don’t advise taking the Williamsburg bridge into Manhattan at the moment. Construction. Slow. Down at the beach next to the Canarsie pier, we found a coconut. Kingston thoroughly enjoyed swimming. He just swam and swam. Wouldn’t barely come out of the water. He swam so much in fact that when he did come out he squatted for a deuce, and brown water poured out his ass in a fountain. Gross, I know. Only the facts Jack. Jordan was my witness. Jordan and his brother were healthy young boys. They were weighty souls. But happy. They really loved the dog and had a super time playing with him. Good old Jordan asked me “do you have a mother?” I said yes. “Do you have a dad?” I said yes. I told Kingston to sit in my strong voice. The kid said “you have to be nice.” He’s right. I may not have to be nice, but I want to be nice.

I saw two big marine helicopters flying by down by the Canarsie pier. Up toward Manahatta. They had those big American Flags on. I thought “damn, is the president coming to town for some reason?” Turned out he was. Taking the wife to a Broadway show. Right on Barack Obama. Right on buddy. I’m sure the conservatives had something bad to say about it, tax payer dollars and all. They should fuck off. Obama took his wife out on a date. Presidential style. Right on Mr. President. Men, take your wives out. Right on. Enjoy. We’re incarnate!