He lived with a pigeon,
his entire apartment was
covered in bird shit,
he dealt good hash,
but it was a horror,
no surface was
untouched,
it didn’t seem to bother
him and the fucking
bird would walk and
fly around pecking and
shitting everywhere,
no doubt he loved that
pigeon, it would settle
on his shoulders as
he cut your purchase:
he made it with a
woman one time and
she told him,
“That fucking thing
has to go or I do”
she left,
she had a nice ass
and she didn’t shit
all over the place:
when the bird died it
destroyed him and he
moved back to his
parents with volumes
of photographs of this
fucking pigeon
he had called
Ruby.
