Sometimes I sit around and come up with ideas that I find to be worthy of having. I realized that today if I were a bird I’d be half dead and drunk. And all it took was my dad going to jail for possibly eternity, ’sgood that I don’t really have feelings, otherwise I might look like this guy here and have to watch my tree turn into a catepillar and crawl away. Birds eat catepillars. I’d eat my home. sad.