so, i took a break from writing

sat outside - in the backyard - and had some one on one time w/Clem.

my fuzzy-footed rooster, cochin banny-type.

purchased @ a gas station in wilmington, ca.

unfortunately he didn't say much.

no, no, no.

the high-pitch cacophony of shrieks occurs @ 4:15 am.

on the dot.

every.

god.

damned.

morning.

but we chatted.

he stared.

and pooped.

and blinked.

and pecked @ my nipples.

and went through a series of tourette-like head jerks.

which has been captured, via a sony cybershot, for posterity.

hey, whaddya expect? i've been laid up for the last few days w/the pig flu...

i'm asking you to believe

hope