The Lone Pigeon

As told to me by my roommate Terrell Owen-Cornelius Hart

One fine Sunday morning as I groggily meandered into my kitchen, half asleep and coffee bound, I found a pigeon perched atop my cabinets. The proof is still there in the feathers that hang lightly over their edges, I think the thing was going to roost up there or something, I’m not sure we’ll ever …