I'll never forget it. I was eleven and staying at my grandmother's house for the summer. She lived, a widow, alone in the country in a house that had been where bootleggers once hid their stock from the revenuers. The basement was cavernous. I spent many afternoons digging with a(more) garden spade into its dirt floor in search of antique bottles.
My parents were divorcing, though I didn't know it then, and grandma had offered to keep me to spare me from the strife. She had two mutts that I never liked. They were thin and mangy and shied away from my attempts to pet them. One had cloudy eyes and both were very old, perhaps even senile. They spent most of their time dozing under the front porch.
Grandma kept me busy with small tasks around the house, sending me on errands to the hardware store or the grocery both I could walk to. The day it happened she had sent me to buy screws for a shelf she wanted to hang. I held the paper bag and two dollars change in my fist and I was returning up the path to her house, smacking a piece of bazooka joe when I heard the noise. The dogs were fighting under the porch, growling and barking terribly as if they'd cornered a rat.
Then I heard grandma's yelling. Davey, they're killing each other! I dropped the paper bag and ran up the front steps. Grandma was pacing in the front hall holding her hands to her face. I ran past her and into my room. I pulled the BB gun off its nail. I ran outside. The noise had stopped. When my eyes adjusted I saw in the shadows the dogs coiled together like a snake, bloody and still.(less)
Does that mean we are all cannibals?
Depressing, but true.
A simple idiom that exemplifies the fact that we are all animals. Humans try to say we have a higher purpose than the others beasts inhabiting rock.
We don't, we really(more) have nothing more to do on this planet than they do.
They have a more noble purpose even. They are just trying to survive. No malicious intent, no other agendas. Food for them and their offspring. A way to replenish the herd.
We destroy each other, just to get a step ahead of the guy in front you. We are killing the only place in the known universe we can live. Just so we, as individuals, can have a better life for our singular selves.
And there's no stopping it. Ever. We've been around for the ostensible history of everything that has occurred, and nothings changed.
Have we evolved? No. We just found fancier ways to kill each other.
His father's voice ringing in his head, "It's a dog eat dog motherfucker out there boy!" Jackie Green Bones agreed as he stabbed the bald headed man in the eye. Thinking to himself, "Yeah Papa, business is business and the boss has to take care of it" he drove(more) the twelve inch screw driver through the man's skull. Feeling the last breath of life leaving the condemned gangster's body Jackie felt the first rush of true power. (less)