I’m trying to reconcile these two…
“I used to kill pigeons, rip their heads off, ‘You dirty rat pigeon!’”
“One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died I was devastated and was gonna use his crate as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic right hand he was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard.”
Well, people do change their minds. And some pigeons might be more likeable than others.