hawk vs. pigeon
As I walked up to the front door of the workplace this morning, I noticed something slightly unusual. There, on the sidewalk, was a gigantic hawk picking apart what looked to be a defeated pigeon. It was a little disturbing. Nine hours later I finished up my daily exercise in monotony, and came home to my wife and my dog. oh yeah, and the cat. Cooked some thai curry that I liked, but that the wife utterly despised. And now I'm awake by myself wondering why my neighbors buy their food with food stamps and use charity hospitals, but somehow can still afford roman candles and m-80s. And, as usual, thinking too much and not enough at the same time.
later.
later.