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by David Sedaris


  “Well, that’s propofol for you,” Dr. Holmes would later say. “It’s what Michael Jackson was injecting himself with when he died.”

  And who can blame him? I’d give anything to sleep so soundly, and to wake each morning on a cloud of such fuzzy love.

  “I’m going to need for you to pass some gas,” said the woman putting papers into envelopes. She spoke as if she were a teacher, and I was a second-grade student. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “For you, anything.” And as I did as I was instructed, I realized it was no different than playing a wind instrument. There were other musicians behind other curtains, and I swore I could hear them chiming in, the group of us forming God’s own horn section. I’m not sure how long I lay there, blissed-out and farting. Three minutes? Five? Ten? Then I was instructed to get dressed, and someone led me into a room with a newspaper and a Bible in it. There I was reunited with Lisa, who said joyfully, “Didn’t I tell you?”

  “Oh, you did,” I sighed. “I just didn’t allow myself to believe it. The next time, we should have these done together. Wouldn’t that just be fantastic?”

  I was looking at her, beaming, love radiating from my body like heat from a lightbulb, when Dr. Holmes entered and told me it had all gone beautifully. “Congratulations,” he said. “You have the colon of a twenty-five-year-old.”

  I’ll fall for anything, apparently. “Really! A twenty-five-year-old!”

  “Actually I’m just kidding,” he said. “All healthy colons look more or less alike.” He gave me some pictures of what the camera had captured, but I couldn’t make sense of them—not then, as I bobbed balloonlike off the walls of the tiny room, or later, at Lisa’s house, after the drug had worn off and I was myself again.

  I was just getting ready to go for a walk when my father called.

  “So?” he asked. “What’s your verdict? Was it as bad as you’d thought it would be?”

  I wanted to thank him for all the years of pestering me, to concede that he’d had my best interests at heart, but instead, unable to stop myself, I said, “Dad, they found something. And Dad…Daddy…I have cancer.”

  It’s horrible, I know, but I’d somehow been waiting all my life to say those words. During fits of self-pity I had practiced them like lines in a play, never thinking of the person I’d be delivering them to but only of myself, and of how tragic I would sound. The “Daddy” bit surprised me, though, so much so that tears sprang forth and clouded my vision. This made it all the harder to see Lisa, who was listening to me from the other end of the sofa and mouthing what could have been any number of things but was probably, emphatically, You will go to hell for this.

  “The important thing is not to give in to defeat,” my father said. He sounded so strong, so completely his younger, omnipotent self, that I hated to tell him I was kidding. “You’ve got to fight,” he said. “I know that you’re scared, but I’m telling you, son, together we can lick this.”

  Eventually I would set him straight, but until then, at least for another few seconds, I wanted to stay in this happy place. So loved and protected. So fulfilled.

  Dog Days

  Pepper, Spot, and Leopold

  were sent by God, so I’ve been told,

  in hopes we might all comprehend

  that every dog is man’s best friend.

  Hail hyperactive Myrtle,

  owned by folks who are infertile.

  Her owners boast as she runs wild,

  “She’s not a spaniel, she’s our child!”

  Hercules, a Pekingese,

  was taken in and dipped for fleas.

  Insecticide got in his eyes.

  Now he’ll be blind until he dies.

  Rags, the Shatwells’ Irish setter,

  doubles as a paper shredder.

  His lunch was bills and last year’s taxes,

  followed by a dozen faxes.

  Petunia May they say was struck

  chasing down a garbage truck.

  A former purebred Boston terrier,

  her family’s wond’ring where to bury her.

  Most every ev’ning Goldilocks

  snacks from Kitty’s litter box.

  Then on command she gives her missus

  lots of little doggy kisses.

  The Deavers’ errant pit bull, Cass,

  bit the postman on the ass.

  Her lower teeth destroyed his sphincter.

  Now his walk’s a bit distincter.

  Bitches loved the pug Orestes

  till the vet snipped off his testes.

  Left with only anal glands,

  he’s now reduced to shaking hands.

  Dachshund Skip from Winnipeg

  loves to hump his master’s leg.

  Every time he gets it up, he

  stains Bill’s calves with unborn puppy.

  A naughty Saint Bernard named Don

  finds Polly’s Kotex in the john.

  He holds the blood steak in his jaws

  and mourns her coming menopause.

  A summer day and shar-pei Boris

  sits inside a parked Ford Taurus.

  He yaps until his throat is sore,

  then pants awhile and yaps some more.

  An average day and poor Raquel’s

  being shot with cancer cells.

  Among her friends she likes to crab

  that she’s a pointer, not a Lab.

  Each night old Bowser licks his balls,

  then falls asleep till nature calls.

  He poops a stool, then, though it’s heinous,

  bends back down and licks his anus.

  About the Author

  David Sedaris is the author of the books Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk, When You Are Engulfed in Flames, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Holidays on Ice, Naked, and Barrel Fever. He is a regular contributor to The New Yorker and BBC Radio 4. He lives in England.

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  Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim

  Me Talk Pretty One Day

  Holidays on Ice

  Naked

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Welcome

  Dedication

  Author’s Note

  Dentists Without Borders

  Attaboy

  Think Differenter

  Memory Laps

  A Friend in the Ghetto

  Loggerheads

  If I Ruled the World

  Easy, Tiger

  Laugh, Kookaburra

  Standing Still

  Just a Quick E-mail

  A Guy Walks into a Bar Car

  Author, Author

  Obama!!!!!

  Standing By

  I Break for Traditional Marriage

  Understanding Understanding Owls

  #2 to Go

  Health-Care Freedoms and Why I Want My Country Back

  Now Hiring Friendly People

  Rubbish

  Day In, Day Out

  Mind the Gap

  A Cold Case

  The Happy Place

  Dog Days

  About the Author

  Books by David Sedaris

  Newsletters

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2013 by David Sedaris

  Cover design and illustration by Emily Burns

  Cover copyright © 2013 by Hachette Book Group, Inc.
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  Acknowledgment is made to the following, in which the stories in this collection first appeared, some differently titled or in slightly different form: The New Yorker: “Laugh, Kookaburra,” “Dentists Without Borders,” “A Guy Walks into a Bar Car,” “Author, Author,” “Memory Laps,” “Easy, Tiger,” “A Cold Case,” “Loggerheads,” “Standing By,” “Understanding Understanding Owls”; The Guardian: “#2 to Go”; Times of London Sunday Magazine: “Rubbish”; Prospect: “If I Ruled the World”; GQ: “Just a Quick E-mail”; Esquire: “Dog Days”; The Best American Essays 2010 and The Best American Travel Writing 2010: “A Guy Walks into a Bar Car.”

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