Go down to the lagoon and put out cracked corn for the same six geese. They tell me that they call themselves: “The Sinister Six”. I post about it on Facebook:
This crew of geese calls themselves: “The Sinister Six”. This same group will hiss at me until I put down the cracked corn for them. Then they squawk at me to back the fuck up so they can eat in peace.
Later at night I walk around downtown and start listening to the Presidential Debate. Trump is so obnoxious that I turn it off after 30 minutes.
