rebeldogg

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing

-- Jimi Hendrix - "Little Wing"

Something happend today as I was driving my truck at work. I'm not sure whether this would be good luck or bad luck... I don't believe in luck per se, but i've just been thinking about this:

I hit a cardinal. Killed him dead. Well, not a religious cardinal. Though I suppose perhaps he could have been a very devout Catholic or Hindu. Perhaps even a Buddhist. There wasn't much time to question his philosophies on theology while his head was shoved into his ass, though I find most devoutly religious people are in precisly this position during religious conversations...

Anyway, this small red bird did something that, as someone who is on the road more often than your average person, I've noticed birds seem to do for sport. Kind of a thrill-seeking adventure. (Birds have very boring lives.) Anyway, they just swoop in front of your car for no good reason as you pass by. Sometimes along the road, flying low accross your path. Sometimes almost directly at you. Sometimes right out in front of you from the drivers side, then suddenly up. This bird chose the last option. Most times they make it. I guess the wake turbulence from the passing vehicle must give them a little ride. Or maybe they're just trying to impress chicks. (ain't I clever?)

Anyway, this little fella didn't take into consideration that the box on my truck (straight truck) sticks a few feet over the tractor... thud. I felt kind of bad. But then I was just pissed. Why should I feel bad. Stupid Bastard.

poor birdie...

I'm SO CONFLICTED!!!!

But then I got to thinking. And it hurt, so I stopped.

But I endured it just long enough to consider this:

I don't see cardinals too often. Not like they're rare, like a Big Breasted Thrasher, or a Boobie, or The Last Dodo, but I don't see them too often. Not like Cocks. They're all over the place.

And Pigeons... yeah. Pigeons...

But to both see something that you rarely see and then kill it in a very unlikely way just seems... rare and unlikely.

Hmmm... unlikely... sounds like unlucky...

I shouldn't think too much. Somehow I came to the conclusion that Sting is a spy for the government...

Think about it. Sting. Sting Operation. The Police. I'll be watching you...

ow... brain... hurting... FIRE!!!!