The Last Time

"My back's to the wall Mike. Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Tell me" says Mickey. And as he stands there, wet white tank clinging for dear life, eyes drifting into some hell, a pigeon lands on the ledge.

Mike reaches to shut the window, but Mickey cuts him off "leave it."

"You kiddin' me? I hate those pigeons" says Mike.

"Yea, so do I. But what's the point anymore?"

"What is up with you?"

"What? I can't let a pigeon hang out on my window? That a problem?"

"Easy Mick! Just don't wanna see that bird leave no bird stuff on the carpet. Its all over the streets and its all over the sidewalks and its all over the cars. Just tryin' to save the carpet! Okay?!"

"Yeah. Its all gettin' that way ain't it? The government should set up some sorta branch or somethin' to clean it all up. 'Cause it ain't gettin better. That's for sure. Am I right?"

"Yeah Mick. You're right. Now come on. Drop this mood you got cookin' and lets get to work."

"This is the last time Mike. The last time."