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Now that I'm a contented family man, my wild and crazy days allegedly numbered, I give you my reluctant new addition:


the BIRMINGHAM ROLLER PIGEON



(found this pic online-- It's a spittin' image of the little bastard, I swear it!)


Incidentally, this presumably prized little fellow flew into my window, all the way from North Carolina, apparently. The original owner of this friendly little leg-banded fowl who fouled up my sliding glass door a couple weeks ago, is unreachable, so I have now become somewhat versed in Roller Pigeon care, and now have a new resident.

You should see him in flight-- the evidently genetically-acquired, seizure-induced, mid-air back flips and tumbles are quite amazing. (They do it in unison during competitions, I've learned!)

So I have given him the name of a recently deceased, 70 year-old Lebanese gentleman I noticed in the local obituaries;



GARBIS ARSLANIAN
1940 - 2010



Seeing as how he's most likely avidly out consuming refuse when I let him out to exercise every other day before he returns like clockwork to my stoop for rest, relaxation, and nourishment, I figure it's a fitting moniker for my new accidentally-acquired, wayward, feathered and fair-weathered filthy little friend.

Funny how life sometimes goes ahead and just takes your turns for you. Just goes to show you never can tell what's going to happen. Certainly never thought I'd be raising hobby pigeons, that's for damn sure. This is my precious God's acre out here in the rough-and-tumble Wild West, for Chrissakes, not some rooftop in Brooklyn! Haha! Scheisskopf domestication is obviously in full effect.

I heard Mike Tyson went broke raising pigeons. You do know why Mike cries during sex, don't you?

It's all the pepper spray.


~ In other news: Finished the house in Baja, some bizarro business stuff going on, fatherhood, sculpture, facsimile fun, etc. etc. etc... Next update will come replete with numerous photos and an admirable update. I know you're hanging in suspense about it.