Friends are the best treasure

Friends are the most important thing whether you're a jail house bird, or a Billionaire. When you remember your best friends, you don't remember caring about how tall they were,
how beautiful, or what hobbies were in common. You remember the moments that made you think, smile, and feel happy.

What doesn't matter:

• Education
• Height
• Beauty
• Income level
• Ethnicity

Me:Art

When I see an art piece, I don't just look at it, feeling nothing. I don't glance at it and pass it by. I walk up to it and stop... I experience it. I put myself inside of the art and in that moment, I feel it inside of me. So I basically want to steal fancy art and have sex with it. Join me some time, let's accost some art!

I had babies!

8 baby birds came in to my life. My father commented that he'd heard about a lady that made really good money by releasing white homing pigeons at weddings. He was ok with the idea of me cordoning off a quarter of his prize winning back yard, to put up an ugly bird coop. So I did! He never let us have pets. Years of being a father (and putting up with our shit) had softened him.

They loved to fly circles around the house, and I began training within six months.

I wanted my brother to see them.

Unfortunately, he died and came home as ashes in a box. The first time I ever did a release for an event was for his funeral. I like to think that he saw them then.

A friend made fun of me, "It looks like a GUY lives here!" So the next time she visited, I told her that I heard a strange noise coming from my window. tap tap tap. When I opened a window, there was this bird staring me down and looking angry. He said, "I got my nest right outside your window and yesterday this place was a mess. My wife left me... I think that's YOUR fault!"

SO I cleaned my room right away, and his wife came back. He was so happy that he left me a present, go open the window... So after hearing my crazy story, she opens the window. It's a chocolate bar, but it's been frozen. I say, "Oh my god, it's frozen, there's only ONE thing to do, GIVE me the candy!" - And I take out a hammer and gleefully pulverize it right in front of her.

Finally, I take the chocolate devastation and say, "Now follow me!" - we walked to a nearby restaurant that serves ice cream. Yup, we dusted the ice cream with frozen chocolate from the birdman. The moral of the story? - Have fun, be creative. I made someone smile and laugh so hard they were snorting their snot.. all for a few bucks. In life, you're going to meet many people that might give you a chocolate bar. Some might even give you the expensive chocolate. But only a few friends will give you awesome memories. That's going the extra smile!

My week

I spent a lot of time up in the mountains at Lucky Peak. Jet skis, beer, 13 people, 7 dogs. I connected more with the dogs than the people. The people were all kind and accepting, however they had a typical sense of humor and good conversation. I found myself yearning for a cup of coffee and a late night conversation about ethics, philosophy, psychology... you know, something deep.

Today, I connected with my second niece. We went to the city's 150's Birthday celebration, then went shopping. I enjoyed talking to her about fashion: shoes, whatever. She'd point out all the outfits she liked, and I was really impressed. She never asked me to buy anything, and everything she liked was tasteful. No slutty gear for this 14 year old girl. I feel proud of her, and think she's developing into a fine person. She talked a lot. I forgot how much a kid can talk... about everything, jumping between subjects in a random fashion.