the best writting i ever did

The universe was so irritatingly big, to john myere, and yet so irritatingly small and crowded. He was a man who had not thought about himself in along time. Life was just as likely to happen to him as him taking a trip to Paris on the spur of the moment. He was an interior decorator. He did help other people decide what they wanted there house to look like. It paid a lot but was not as fulfilling as say a surgeon that dealt with cancer patents and made them live. He had a big house and a big car and a big dog that ruined the big house by giving other dogs the sign that is was his house. John didn’t want anything to happen to him because he thought he was completely satisfied (though he wasn’t). He stuck his head out of the window that was in his big ruined house, the dog howled, he sighed. The house was painted gray because it was a neutral color and he liked it because that way everyone who came into the house kind of liked but not really as apposed to painting it bright yellow then some people would really like and others would hate it. John didn’t want any one to hate anything, which was impossible as someone that wants everything to be clean (which his house wasn’t). The dog walked over to him and slobbered on his hand. It was a sad sort of slobber that said something about needing to do something other than ruining the big house. So john took the big dog for a walk. He walked by down the street looking at the houses as cars roared by to john’s annoyance. The dog panted happily as he was towed his owner toward the small park. John rubbed his head, he was tired. He looked over head and saw a large bird fly over. They had reached the park now. He took the dog off of his leash and pulled a grimy ball out of the dog’s mouth and threw it. The dog chased after the ball.