when i was a kid, i went to meet a guitar buddy of mine amongst a group of neighbourhood riff-raff, some of whom i went to school with, playing ball hockey on the road, as young people do in canada. i'm not a hockey fan; i have no memory of playing hockey, of any sort. i can't skate.

the kids had hit a seagull with a tennis ball extremely hard. it was bleeding profusely. it was twitching. there were brains all over the road.

they didn't know what to do.

i ripped one of the hockey sticks out of one their hands and went and sawed the head of the bird off. it stopped twitching. 

then i went and smoked and joint and played guitar in a dank basement for a few hours.