The unveiling of something small...

Brent is no longer communicating with me because he is getting his period more often these days. Marriage did him in, and he is hiding from me in a little bunker in a lovely section of San Francisco.

Leo has decided to take over Brent's position in this time-consuming blog. Leo most recently purchased a lovely cockatoo that talks and flutters around its cage like a lunatic. The little bird is a few months old and loves to watch movies on the computer; Little Shop of Horrors is the bird's first choice for a cinematic delight. The cockatoo loves to chew on the bars of its cage with tremendous enthusiasm and often times flaps its wings furiously in an attempt to escape to the moon.

I have been learning more about this animal as I watch its behavior and listen to it make bizarre sounds just for the fuck of it. It is a fascinating creature, and there was one instant where the bird blurted my name in mock sincerity. Leo then picked up the bird and set it atop his computer desk. The bird walked nibbled at the nail clippers that Leo had set on the table to provide euphoria for this creature. Leo then cradled the cockatoo and spread its feathers. I thought perhaps there was something on this bird's feet that might be unique to the species. This was not the case and my hope for aviary expertise diminished. Leo quipped: "Ever seen a cockatoo's asshole?" He spread the feathers and there it was...a little twinkling star that was smiling at me as if I were the only person left in the universe.