“You know what I’m talking about. The baby bird that falls out of the tree, and you find it unhurt but chirping its little heart out for its momma. It’s ugly as fuck, but you can’t help but feel sorry for it, so you scoop it up to put it back. Then, you start wondering about it all the time, like where it’s at, what’s it’s doing, or if it’s safe. You find yourself attached to the muthafucka and checking for it every day when that wasn’t your intention when you found it.”
