I chain up my dog & taking the slush lamp to my [bunk] read in the paper what took place in 1894 my latest edition raked out of a crack between the pine slabs, where
“With some immortal Caesar dead and turned into clay”
“Had stopped a crack to keep the cold away” [W. Shakespeare, 'Hamlet']
So ends one day to be repeated day after day until I get the sack, go on the spree, or hang myself on the [Whim].