Is There a Cult?

Two men came to my door, holding hands and wearing identical clear plastic raincoats. The man asked: Are you suffering some anguish? I'm not sure that i understand the meaning of the word anguish in a manner of speaking but it could all be considered a kind of anguish. They stood there looking at juju and me, the rain still dripping from their coats. It's like the rain falling without a thought for the dog's feelings. He repeated the words quietly to himself. And i don't need to bother you any more. We'll be going now. Good bye.