Starting Over

We just started buffing out the walls and ripping off all of the little bitty pieces from last years fourth of July show. Down at the wall was Steven, the guardian, artist, and pigeon hunter of the walls. He gets paid by the antique store to kill all the pigeons on the roof and buff out all the graffiti. So if you are looking at the photo below of the crazy buff marks or the bags of pigeon shit and skeletons then you can praise the skill and cunningness of alleyway Steven.


THis entire bag is made up of pigeon shit and dead birds. I can't wait to be slip n sliding over that.


He told us a story about hunting some pigeons on the roof top. Apparently he was lining up a mighty clean shot on some fowl when behind him came an ear-clenching cat meow. He turned around just in time to see a huge hawk ripping the guts out of cat like it was an all you can eat spaghetti luncheon. The hawk raised it's head and met eyes with Steven. They shared a moment, like one of those "you didn't see shit and if you did then your jugulars mine bitch" type of moments. The hawk then scooped up the still live and meowing cat and flew off over the backyards of children playing wiffle ball with their dads.

We've got plenty more picking, peeling, and buffing to do.