The homie

My dog is the ultimate homie. I often wonder if anyone enjoys my company as much as him. Anyday, anytime he’s pumped to see me except for a few times when i got pissed as all hell at him for running away. I can’t blame him though I feel the same most of the time. Thinking of running away is often the only thing that gets my blood bumping. The farther I imagine myself from here the harder my heart beats. I feel alive. I just want to fade away, never to return. I’d like to head down to patagonia and surf one of the remotest places on the planet and see where I go from there. I’d live day to day, no past, no future, just the present. That’d be great. Anyway,  If there’s one thing  I want to take with me when I disappear it my homie. He’s the loyalist friend iv ever had, his names chase. My dog is the ultimate homie