Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Once in college I saw a hawk tearing apart a pigeon in that lot. The bouncer working the lunch shift at one of the strip clubs across the street saw me trying to get a picture over the fence, and offered to take it for me (on account of I’m shorter than most fences).

Once in college I saw a hawk tearing apart a pigeon in that lot. The bouncer working the lunch shift at one of the strip clubs across the street saw me trying to get a picture over the fence, and offered to take it for me (on account of I’m shorter than most fences).