Shotgun Congress

Hey you guys,

Yesterday, while breaking the rules on my break, I checked my email. My mom had sent me a couple pictures of one of the hampsters my brother and I kept as childhood pets. The odd thing about it was, she took the pictures  yesterday. While working on remodling the basement, my dad discovered the perfectly preserved carcass. We haven't had hampsters in the house for, oh, about 20 years! The poor little guy looked like he died only a day or two ago.  While the long lost little rodent may have mastered mummification, it made me feel like shit.

I was only like  six years old, but I sucked as an owner. It was problably the best day of the little guys life, when he escaped and took a go of it on his own. His name was mostly likely "Hampton" as many of them were called. He may also have been a "Max" because we had a few of those too.

My fiance has been reassuring me that I was just a little kid and I shouldn't feel crappy about it because of my youth. Maybe so, but still want to take a moment and apologize for to the little guy. So here goes...

I'm sorry Hampton, that you died and in a vent alone. You deserved better.

Until next time,

lo def