thanks john
me and my friend bought pumpkin seeds hoping to feed some pigeons and realised that this old man beat us to it.
his setup was simple: a pack of rice, loaf of bread and a 2 litre bottle of cider. pigeons were all around him, you could tell this man was experienced.
we sat next to him by the bench and spoke to him.
yeah we're trying to feed the pigeons too
guess you beat us to it haha
what's your name? john
how do i actually feed pigeons?
it was a sunny day. i sat on the concrete instead to be at pigeon-level and was blessed with the cinematic shot of john chugging the shit out of that cider and refracting sunlight through the bottle directly into my eyes. he was drunk and he was free.
and then he threw so much fucking rice at me. it went in my boots down my shirt up my sleeve and my hair and my pockets but it worked!! the pigeons were my friend. and then he gave us his final slices of bread, grabbed his cider and left.
i met god and he taught me so much
