5.18.2002
That's pretty awful. It probably bashed itself to death against those patio blocks.
Once, as my friends and I came walking out of some movie at the Westport theatre, I spotted this wisp of smoke coming from one of the few dozen seagulls that we're scavenging the parking lot. Upon closer inspection this old grey seagull actually had a cigar in it's beak, a lit cigar. It was just standing there smoking, while it's fellows snapped up random bits of garbage. It only sat there a minute as all of us were in the car laughing our asses off. Then it took to the sky. I'm almost sure that I saw the cherry glow bright red, as if it was taking a long drag, before flying away.
Once, as my friends and I came walking out of some movie at the Westport theatre, I spotted this wisp of smoke coming from one of the few dozen seagulls that we're scavenging the parking lot. Upon closer inspection this old grey seagull actually had a cigar in it's beak, a lit cigar. It was just standing there smoking, while it's fellows snapped up random bits of garbage. It only sat there a minute as all of us were in the car laughing our asses off. Then it took to the sky. I'm almost sure that I saw the cherry glow bright red, as if it was taking a long drag, before flying away.
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