As I was driving back home, a sudden realization came to my mind. I had poured too many suggar in my mornin' coffee, something that I'd only do under a very stressful situation. But what was so stressful about today? Was it the sight of a bright sun that never shines? The feeling of emptiness that struck me every time I woke up? The fallacy of going on with the studies in order to find a job? Which was it? I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something very, very clear to me. My car had almost ran out of gas.
While I was driving, I came across a strayed - or probably abandoned - dog. I stopped the car for a few seconds, staring at it. It was a male grown-up rotweiller, not old enough to understand why its previous owner would choose to leave him behind, but certainly not so young that he didn't understand the concept of survival. I furrowed my brow, I wondered two different things: I thought why would his owner leave such beautiful animal dropped in the street, like trash, and if someone would notice me picking it up and taking it to my house in order to give it a bath, something to eat then proceed to have sexual intercourse with it.
I restarted the car and that was it, leaving behind me a trail of smoke from the exhaust pipe, and the rotweiller itself. I asked myself: had it been too much sugar? Or it was the lack of it?
