I pulled into the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts in Dorchester, Massachusetts the other day…sort of a drizzly morning. As I got out of the car, I stumbled across this tragic scene. This gigantic russet…all beaten and battered and very far away from his farm in Idaho…had clearly had a very rough night…probably lost his girlfriend…went on a bit of a bender to drown his sorrows and ease his pain…made a valiant attempt to get himself a cup of coffee in the wee hours of the morning, just to try and sober himself up. But it looked like he never actually made it inside…just passed out right there on the ground in the parking lot and nearly got himself run over.

I just didn’t have the heart to wake him up. So, I stayed with him for a while and steered a couple of cars away. I thought maybe he was dreaming of happier times back on the farm…

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