mug
raze
the
coffee
mug
was
white
.
there
was
an
illustration
on
the
front
.
two
bears
stood
together
in
the
woods
.
they
watched
a
man
who
sat
on
the
ground
with
his
back
against
a
tree
, oblivious
to
the
predators
who
made
this
place
their
home
.
"
a
human
,"
the
first
bear
said
. "
should
we
eat
him
now
?"
"
no
,"
said
the
second
bear
. "
let's
wait
for
him
to
destroy
himself
."
for
years
my
dad
kept
the
mug
in
his
office.
when
he
started
working
from
home
,
it
came
with
him
.
once
in
a
while
someone
would
drink
out
of
it
.
most
of
the
time
it
sat
in
a
kitchen
cupboard.
i
started
staying
home
on
the
weekends
and
smoking
pot
in
my
room
instead
of
going
downtown
and
drinking
.
i
didn't
have
an
ashtray
.
he
gave
me
the
bear
mug
and
said
, "
here
.
use
this
."
it
was
perfect
until
i
ashed
in
it
one
night
and
knocked
the
cherry
off
the
end
of
the
joint
i
was
smoking
without
knowing
it
.
another
thing
i
didn't
notice
was
the
kleenex
that
fell
into
the
mug
before
that
.
i
bagged
the
roach
and
went
to
the
bathroom
.
i
left
the
mug
on
my
bed
.
when
i
came
back
,
it
was
spitting
angry
flames
that
were
twice
its
height
.
it
sounded
like
a
bonfire.
it
smelled
like
something
else
.
i
set
my
beard
on
fire
once
when
i
tried
to
smoke
a
disaster
of
a
joint
i
rolled
myself
on
the
side
porch
.
i
lit
a
match
and
the
wind
took
the
flame
and
threw
it
back
in
my
face
.
this
was
something
different
.
i'd
never
seen
fire
dance
in
front
of
me
inches
away
from
the
pillow
that
held
my
head
while
i
slept
.
i
doused
it
with
the
water
i
was
drinking
and
watched
orange
ignited
gas
turn
to
inedible
soup
the
colour
of
night
.
it
crossed
my
mind
that
maybe
i
was
the
person
those
bears
were
talking
about
.
but
i
didn't
think
fire
would
be
the
thing
that
ended
me
.
211210
...
kerry
this
was
such
a
pleasure
to
read
.
211211
...
raze
you
make
me
smile
,
kerry
.
i'm
so
glad
you're
here
.
211212
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from