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Pot Dealing Bird-Man

John D Robinson

Occasionally he’d smile but the
only word I ever heard him say
was ‘yeah’ and he never ever
made eye-contact with anyone;
he lived in a 2 storey house
with a pigeon
who flew, walked and shit all
over the house,
I don’t know what the fuck was
going on between he and the
pigeon and I would visit to buy
some blow;
I’d go in and ask how things
were
‘Yeah’ he’d answer
‘The usual’ I’d say
‘Yeah’ he’d respond and
open up a black leather pouch
of pre-weighed and pre-
packaged goods and
meanwhile this fucking
pigeon flew all around,
shitting and landing on stuff
and pecking at it;
pigeon shit covered every
surface, there was nowhere
to sit, but he didn’t seem
to mind it at all;
he must’ve really loved
that bird and I believe
that he’d make eye-
contact with the fucking
thing;
sometimes we’d share a
joint in near silence and
this pigeon would perch on
his shoulder or in his lap
and he’d look down at the
thing and say ‘yeah’ and
then he’d suck on the smoke
and grin, like he really
knew something.

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