The sun fell from the sky on a crisp autumn day. Gone. Just like that.
The grapes went bad and there was no wine this year. Gone were the good times.
13-Mar-12, 11:56 am
Thankfully there was tequila. I woke the next morning hungover with a peacock in my bed.
13-Mar-12, 9:22 pm
The peacock pecked at my hand, no doubt expecting payment for its carnal doomsday comfort.
13-Mar-12, 10:15 pm
He pecked. I looked around. A river. A log. Pine trees. And a gun.
14-Mar-12, 3:22 pm
I thought it strange that the peacock felt it needed a gun, but chose not to say anything for fear of offending...
14-Mar-12, 3:40 pm
I tried to recall details of the night before... it all started at Jimmy's cabin.
14-Mar-12, 3:59 pm
Jimmy's cabin smelled of maple syrup, pipe tobacco and months of loneliness.
14-Mar-12, 4:56 pm
Suddenly, a thump was heard from behind Jimmy's fireplace. Followed by a muffled yell.
15-Mar-12, 12:23 am
But my eyes saw what my nose could not. Death incarnate. A necklace of teeth. A trident in his hand.
17-Mar-12, 2:21 pm
Fleeing from the cabin, I came to a lake where Natalie Portman and a peacock were paddling.
19-Mar-12, 1:41 pm
Such gorgeous creatures shouldn't be in this hellish place. I yelled for her to come closer.
20-Mar-12, 2:57 pm
I told her that I liked her peacock. She smiled back and yelled out thank you!