I will tell you where your reality lies.

Styrofoam makes my world go round.

The great escape.

The cab to the train to the plane, ya'll.

What the fuck river runs through Chicago, anyway?

Underneath chicago.

Where I belong.

Freedom ain't free.

A flurry of action saw the pigeon depart, early last evening. I'm sure the suspense was killing you.

Country mouse visits city mice.

Chicago, that toddlin town.

On the mend.

He seems to be trying to fly some. Still looks a little red under the wing. Odd how I went from cursing the damn pigeons in my barn to trying to nurse one back to health. I'm such a softy.

Movin' on u-u-up. Sorta.

See if a little food and water(and less motion sickness from my driving) can fix the pain the world has caused.

The hitcher.

Migration made easy. A pigeon living in the bed of my pickup.

Making movies on a friday.

Movie shoots where you have to make it look like you're digging up the dead in a functioning Catholic Church can kinda be fun. . . .