Searching for Apollo

For two long, agonizing days I searched, but Apollo had disappeared without a trace. I was miserable, but when Saturday night arrived I had to go in to work at my job as a bouncer. At the end of my shift at the bar, I was exhausted, but Apollo was still the only thing on my mind. It was 4 a.m., and as I walked back home, I pondered getting my car and driving around again to look for him some more.

– searching for my missing dog in a story from my book My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman