i thought i had a finally felt tingle in my winkle, but then the bb bullet struck my fowl perched in the palm, and just as audubon is long gone, so too the bird plummeted. now i'm left to me and mine own, with a rusty spoon. will the the golden gate, and the golden state, bring the return of the motherlode? seems the chances are waning. the carbon inhalation is sure to kill me quick, so my suffering should be short lived.
-red