Bird Man I

Olu, the stickman of Cleveland, told me a story about the man in the turquoise coat. It goes something like this:

 

For a few years, I sat out here and watched this man dig through every garbage can. He would throw everything to the ground, except the food. It did not matter, half eating or crumbs, he wanted it. He would pick up the remaining trash and place it back in the can. All the while, he would cuss up a storm. Yelling and screaming obscenities and having people get all angry with him. After collecting the food he’d throw it to the ground to all the birds. Finally, after a year of listening to him complain and feed these damn birds I said, “man, why the hell are you out here every day for the last year, yelling and cussing and digging all the food out of the garbage just to feed these damn birds!?” You know what he told me? “Somebody’s got to feed the birds.” He was right, so I shut the hell up and I never bothered him again.

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