My kinda crazy ex named Daisy had an obsession with guppies, seventy six tanks and counting. The guppies multiplied into thousands. She’d coo over them as if they were babies. She seemed to love them more than me. Soon so many tanks in the house I could barely get in and out. I told her she needed to see a shrink and cut back on her guppy explosion. She said never happen, the shrink or the guppies. Said I’ve had it, the guppies or me. She said good riddance, Bob. I’ve got my guppies, I don’t need you. I’ve got to get better at selecting or, more likely, being selected by, the wrong women.
Bob Boyd
