“Izzy” by James Ellroy

Izzy was out in back. Izzy was relaxing in the sun. What’s up, Daddy-O? Stray pit. Year old. She was too cool for school. Cocaine white and leather brown. She had cute in spades. Brooks felt kicked in the gut. Brooks felt his breath go. Brooks felt like he was going to boo-hoo-hoo. Fucking dog. Snap out of it, Brooksy. Snap-snap. Brooks caught himself — all stiff and starched. Bingo, baby. Open the car door, and Izzy’s in like you-know. Fucking L.A.

Pet adoption ads as written by esteemed authors both living and deceased, via the Houston Press. Fucking L.A.