Kicked a pigeon. Maybe because it was stoned, I don't know. The feeling of connecting with something solid, and then of launching into the air, was wonderful. As it flew off it was crapping with fright. A totally satisfying experience for me.
Pigeons live in a world of feet. Most of them have learned to read the expressions of a pair of feet in the same way that we're fine-tuned to the expressions of the human face. Usually they know a beligerent pair of feet when they see one.
Sleepy now (again). Am going to try to find this Dutch pancake place I saw yesterday for dinner tonight.
Posted by Alan at August 26, 2002 04:33 PM