There was a little birdie on the ground in the corner of my favorite smoke spot at work today. He died somehow and ended up there. This makes me most sad. I love birds alot. It reminds me of this time a few years ago when I was finishing college. Me and my sister were eating pizza outside at a place across the street from my school in Long Beach. Some asshole drove his big ass car through the parking lot so fast the the pigeons didnt have time to fly away and he hit one. It fluttered over to the sidewalk where we were eating and died. I screamed at the car but he was oblivious. People started to gather around this little bird and were going to pick it up and throw it in the trash! WTF? So i grabbed some napkins and picked up the birdie and we left. We took this little birdie all the was up to Griffith Observatory (before the renovation) and hiked out to a nice little spot with a view of the whole city. With the only digging utensils I had in the car at the time (a coffee cup and chopsticks) we burried him up there and placed a rock over his grave. I think he is happier up there than in the trash.