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Stanley's: A Look Inside the End of My Morning Bastards by Mitch Jacobson

Auction Date: April 9, 2016
DOD: Unknown

Once upon a time, in northeast Los Angeles, an elderly man threw a frisbee for his elderly German Shepherd to fetch in the early morning sun. Stanley, a recluse, called his dog "bastard" (among other things), with each toss: "Get it, you f*cking bastard!" The dog happily complied. I'd fetch a coffee, sit on my balcony high above Stanley's overgrown backyard, and watch those two old dogs play.

Stanley passed away some unknown time ago and, with him, all of my morning "bastards."