The Hole

Oddly enough, I used to own a hole. It was a black disc approximately two and a half feet in diameter, and I could move it about freely to anywhere I wish to put that hole; on the fence, on a chair, on my deck. Cartoons of my childhood flooded back when I first spotted the hole in an automotive store, and I had to have it.

I found it sitting in the middle of the tire section, just lying there on th…