saturday night at the flamingo hotel.

we had a small dog once. actually, we still do. such a tiny creature. it was so small, probablyonly weighing 4 pounds. it had so much force though. a force to be reckoned with. it thoughtit was the biggest dog in the world, when realistically it was the smallest. she thought she could do anything, i believe she can. i hate that dog. i knew an artist once. looked at the world ina perspective you would not believe. she died. or ran so far away that no one knows she's alive.i have my fingers crossed that she's hiding. or maybe she's evolved into a person i've never known.or maybe she's the same, just looks different; feels different. i know these people who praise and praise their children. look at them as if they were sold gold. i mean, i know my parents look at me thesame way, but these children were up on a pedestal. i just count the days. the hours. the minutes.the months. not chronologically at all though. i guess what i'm trying to say is that it's hard to have self-esteem when everywhere around you people are living to die and you just need to nod and agree.