Scenes From Life

A few short pieces of my life for you, the reader. The first one only took place in my head, but was definitely the first time in my entire 24 years of existence that I ever thought te drinky bird was not drinking. Why does the bird exist, then?? Why do we watch the aimless teetering of this poor creature and feel somehow fulfilled. What are we.

Oh and hey you should buy my book ;0