Dark things have a purpose

This is a true story.

I walk Orson several times a day. His afternoon walk happens when I get home from work.

Today I didn't change my clothes. I was wearing a black dress shirt and faded black jeans. I have black hair, and recently regrew my 90's goatee which, for the 21st century, sports some gray. My skin is pale and my eyes are sunken from the last tw…