Of course, this was a search. Of course, I need to explore.
He’s a closet poet. He knows that his friends will think he’s a pussy if they know, so when one finds his collection of Pablo Neruda’s love poetry, he says that he feeds the books to the pitbulls in the back yard to loosen up their systems. They don’t buy it, so he starts to print poetry off the web to feed to the dogs.
He tries not to think of the greatness they are consuming. Then, he adjusts his thinking, this will leave the dogs cultured.