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He watches the bird fly away. I wish I could do that, he sighs. He takes another bite of his egg sandwich. And crushes an insect underfoot.

The guy’s got phobia up the wazoo, like he’s a bird with vertigo or something. So I say to him What? And he tells me to mind my own business

He knew the marriage was over when he became attracted to the waitress at Applebee’s. Earlier, he had been struck in the head with a shovel.

The wind whips up the night’s detritus and it gathers in the yard, the magic of urban physics. The garbage had more fun last night, he says.

Jim’s head feels shaky, broken, like the undulations of a mirage seen by a thirsty man craving liquids. Even my hangover’s ironic, he thinks

Al drinks his beer and stumbles out and pisses on the shoes of a bemused cop. I’m going to have some fun, the cop says. I just did, Al says.