Woke up this morning and looked out the window to see a bird in a scarf and a pair of boots staring back at me. The bird had the newspaper folded up under its wing…the only part of the headline that I could make out read “Escaped Lunatic!…Flys Away!”
I love to wake up at a chain hotel in a random town and take my morning cigarette in the parking lot overlooking an industrial park with a nice little slag heap, it is my forever.