Hot in the city
Bumfelt and Fussilli stepped into the heat."This fuckin heat, man," growled Fussilli, slipping on a pair of dark glasses.They walked down the steps at the front of the precinct. Down to their car. A tired looking pigeon walked into Bumfelt's path. It looked up at him with beady black eyes. Its little clawed feet made a tik, tik, tik sound as it hopped from one foot to the other on the searing pavement. It opened its beak as if to say something profound-- thought fuck it and dropped down...