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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • June 1, 2012 1:06 am
            Remind me later when we’re fucking above average prostitutes in a shitty hotel and doing “ok” cocaine, to ask you what your favorite dream about birds was.Mine was the one about the ghost birds that live in the backyard. How they’d sing to me all throughout the night. A quiet soaring note that echoed into the heart of the mountain.


            Remind me later when we’re fucking above average prostitutes in a shitty hotel and doing “ok” cocaine, to ask you what your favorite dream about birds was.

            Mine was the one about the ghost birds that live in the backyard. How they’d sing to me all throughout the night. A quiet soaring note that echoed into the heart of the mountain.