Eugene Morrison's Questionnaire

A run down part of Detroit yet to meet the gentrification that plagued the city. It remindsed you of the first apartment you got when you moved away with your highschool sweat heart, picking up pennies and working hard everyday to support your love. Now it's a dilapidated mess with towering piles of newspapers and magazines. But you have your one solace, YOUR BIRDS, many types flock the roof top of your buidling (mainly pigeons). You have built them the best bird house money can buy, taking up about half the space on the roof, they're free to come and go but most choose to stay close so it's always a busy roof.

Once a young old man with ambitions, who put his all into his work his man motivation getting home to his wife. When she passes you were in a catatonic state, you quickly retired and lived off her life insurance, your retirement with your veteran benefits. Now picking up cans and bottles for the recycle center to have extra pocket cash for your bird. Making ends meet, you'd have a bigger budget for yourself maybe even get out of this apartment but your person doesn't matter when the birds are in need, if you leave who will care for the ones who won't leave nest? who can't leave the nest? who will make sure they get their medicine? Someone else would even be able to tell tye difference between Jessica and Barbara.

Your wife is gone, all you have left is your birds, you wish you could be as free as them, they know how to truly live. We could all learn a lot from them, hell they'd probably run this country better than whatever shit sandwich is in office now. 

Seeing atrocities in the war and losing my wife after making it back, having to take care of the kid she left behind. 

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  My battle buddy, Benedict, we did everything together in war there is no choice but to watch out for your brothers in every way. We truly took care of each other, none of us would have made it back if we didn't.

 My beautiful wife, Bria, surprised me with a child when I came back from the draft, I loved that boy, Brian, but sadly she passed at the age 62 and I haven't seen Brian since my 64th birthday. 

My rescue Mourning Dove named Barbara has been with me for 2 years now, I found her on my morning walks, squawking stuck behind window bars, using my performative cane to help her out, I realized her bird was severely twisted out of place, did everything I could for her but unfortunately she still can't fly right only able to get a couple of feet off the ground before plummeting. So shes been staying in my birdhouse up top my apartment.

i already talked about her, ill add more but for now I'm