A Systemic Inability to Be Human

The Iliad

I know a man who killed his wife’s dog.

Having a bad day. Stressed. Anxious. Hours and hours working in the hot sun and the little bastard just wouldn’t stop yapping. Heat you know. Does something to you. And, of course, maybe he didn’t get a good breakfast that morning, or, maybe someone said something to him earlier at the grocery store. Who kno…