“The problem with being thoughtful,” explained Burt, “is you quickly understand that most people aren’t. People don’t want to be philosophers. They simply want to feel good.
“People coming down the sidewalk are almost one hundred percent predictable. All they think about is their hair, the money they owe, winning the lottery, and what’s for dinner.”
Burt took a long drink from his paper bag.
“Have you ever wondered why people love dogs? Why do you think people identify with dogs? Oh, how wonderful it would be to lead a dog’s life. People actually want to be dogs.
“Look at them smiling.
“See that group of people coming our way? Pull one of them aside and ask their life’s purpose. I dare you to ask and hear what they say. You’ll get some feel good shit, a feel good God, mindless contradictions that cancel out to nothing. Then they flee.
“Cattle are more interesting.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because at least you can grill cattle.”
I looked down at Burt. His eyes were red and downcast. I began to really wonder if there was any hope. “When’s the last time you had something to eat?”
“Fifteen minutes ago. Some passing idiot gave me half his jelly doughnut.”
“Why do you think he did that?”
“Because I begged for it.”
“But you know he didn’t have to.”
“Yeah he did. Look at me.”
Short Stories by Richard 