Ode to Creamsicle

Creamsicle was the last of my fish, she passed shortly after midnight late tonight. Creamsicle had fish lice that she picked up from friends I brought home from the fish store to keep her company. The road to hell is paved with good intentions I guess, I thought she was lonely.

Not that I needed proof, but when I saw my girlfriend picking fish lice off my fish, I knew she loved me.

I feel it is a new era here on 3rd St...out with the old and and in with something new. New job, new living situation, soon to be new TV, new is good and new keeps you young, or busy or dreamy about the new things you could get. I could have a lizard now, or maybe a turtle-what am I -nine???

So I raise my glass to a fish who always came when I called her, played nice with the other fish- even though it killed her, and hide in the corner. Creamsicle, I hope my next pet has half the personality your fishy brain did!

flush

GOOD NIGHT NY