Barder and Flying Dog

I was lying on my bed. i had a couple of drinks. Then i saw this dog flying over my head. I was probably high, also. It all started with Jim bringing some stuff. We really had fun. But later then cops came and everything was over. Even Anna dumped me. my life is a piece of trash. Maybe that's the reason why I see this dog. He is awesome. But after like an hour in a hospital, it turned out, that the flying dog was real. It was a toy of one of my roommates. When I was able to leave that depressing place, I walked out and some random kid was messing around with his dog. They ran in the middle of the street and got hit by a truck. Later that day, little child died. Since that day, I've been totally sober, not even a drop, not even a drag. I'm done.