there's a hole in my neighborhood down which of late i can not help but fall

[travisezell]

Driving back from Jeff's, in a tiny parking lot on 69th and Powell, I saw the coolest thing. There was a misplaced or discarded pack of cigarettes, still half full. Two crows had found it, and as I watched one lifted it in its beak and turned it over. The other reached into the pack and, as I pulled away onto Powell, was tugging a single cigarette out.

Picture it. Two crows, smoking. Camels, I think. I wanted to stop and take pictures, but I knew they'd fly away if I tried.

Still, fucking genius.

Also: is Elbow's "Grounds for Divorce" referencing The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, or is it just me?