The King

Right well.

Happy New Year's to all of y'all out there. New years are a time of renewal and departures. I got home yesterday after a couple of hours ripping it up on my board to discover my dog's body on the floor of the apartment where he lived, devoid of life. Raja had merged with the infinite during my absence.

Life, I guess, is a series of cirlces. Circles within circles within circles within cycles within blah blah you get the picture. Raja completed his circular cycle yesterday. He was my Dorian Gray (Grey?). I explain : My life has not always been easy. Things have been thrown at me (not literally, although it has happened once or twice..) since quite a while. An ordinary human being would have buckled under the pressure of all the scheisse heaped on his/her shoulders, but ordinary humans do not possess a Raja wonderdog.

Raja had developed all the symptoms of what I was supposed to have ; ulcers, grey hair, premature ageing etc. I'm almost thirty, and on a good day, I appear to be about twelve. My portrait of Dorian Gray. Now that he is no more, I am going to age drastically within the next few months. If you happen to bump into what appears to be a 2nd world war veteran muttering insanely to himself in the near future, look again closely - it may just be me.

2007 looms menacingly on the horizon. A new circle, a new cycle, and I'm going to take this one by the throat, throttle it until spit flecks its lips and extract and feed its teeth to it. My dog is in a place where there are loads of bricks that taste of pussy, steaks grow on trees and he has three hundred thousand bitch-virgins to choose from daily.

I'll never forget that little fucker.