Walking down Broadway with Brittany, scoping out accessories for our Halloween costumes, discussing our relationships/breakups/employment status, deaths of our cats. I was looking up at the darkening sky.

Brittany said “Girl, from here on out things will only get better. It’s been a rough year of loss, but it can’t get any worse, you know?”

And then at that moment, a bird shit in my mouth.

I spit about forty times on the sidewalk, wiped my mouth and kept walking.

I’ve never seen Brittany laugh like that.

“There are seeds. There are seeds, that passed through a bird. That I had in my mouth. That came out of a bird’s ass.”

We both laughed about it for hours. Sometimes that’s all you can do when a bird shits in your mouth. You just keep walking.