Wednesday, May 21, 2008

A short biography...

His dad was stoned when they brought him home from the hospital. His mum didn't care.
They looked at his face and laughed loud.
"Look at my son. He looks like a cloud of shit. No. he looks like a pile of poop."
"Birdpoop honey" His mum crooned the words in his shrivelled up new born ears. "Birdpoop."
And the name stuck.
He grew up to be a devastatingly handsome teenager. But he never got a date.
He washed himself several times a day. But he never felt clean.
He got several jobs. And lost them. You don't lie on your resume.
He thought of calling himself Alfred. Or Allen. But the day he was going to fill the forms, his mother died. And her last words were 'Birdpoop'.
The last time we saw him, he was hanging from his neck in a tree, wearing boxers and a crown of pigeon feathers.
He didn't have to leave a suicide note. He only signed his name.

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