I was wearing it today. Just me and Hobo when Sharb came home early. I was coming from the bathroom when he walked in on us. His eyes were crazy. There was murder there. He looked down, looked up at me, looked down again then he did the unthinkable.
He hooked a finger in one of the holes at my chest and ripped it. Hobo was no match. So weak, so flimsy and worn from the years, he instantly let go. He had no more fight, but he went quickly and I'm sure it was painless. The entire front hung down over my legs with only the collar and sleeves still attached. Hobo would have never wanted me so exposed. He loved me! Sharb and I stared at each other a moment. Victim to Killer. My mouth gaping in horror, frozen in utter disbelief.
So carelessly, so callously Sharb mocked my pain by simply saying "Oops."
That was his defense..."oops"! Can you believe it?
"That was so mean!" I said.
Sharb just shrugged and went into the bedroom as if nothing had happened. I had no idea the man I married was so cold blooded.
I can't throw Hobo away. I can't bear the thought of him in a landfill somewhere. I'll give him a proper burial in the yard. Good bye Hobo. You were the best and you'll always be brand new and durable to me.
A moment of silence please to remember. Thank you. For you friend...
Peace out homey
