I sit there standing. Waiting. Watching. Growing hungry. I growl like a wolf. See purple shit on the ground in the wet gravel. I look up, and see a person dressed as Jesus. He is gobbled up by an alligator. How sad. Ketchup packets everywhere. Squirting in people's eyes and crooked pictures. A lady humming away menacingly due to the death of her unborn child. I could kill Maranda for not giving me my packet on time. I have a farm where I collect eggs and gifts to give to the neighbors. But who am I to judge? I love the world I live in. I love rocking chairs.