“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” “Do you want to go into the fridge?” I pointed to the fridge. “Wanna have a nap in there?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” “I didn’t think so.” “What the fuck do you want?” “Manners! I want some manners. And a little appreciation here. I’m trying my best—” I stopped. “I’m talking to a bird. Oh my god, I’ve lost my mind. I’m talking to a bird.”
