le pigeon

so i live in a gated community. more or less. we have our own courtyard, and it requires a passcode to get into at night. (two passcodes and a key scan to get into my building actually) in any case, we have our very own resident homeless man. we call him 'le pigeon' (the pigeon in english, clearly) he earned his nickname for two reasons.

one: he is a creature just trying to get by living in the city through leftovers, and other people's kindness. (this being the more philosopical, and deep reason that michael's roommate jason came up with)

two: he talks to pigeons (this being my reason)

with that being said, i really don't mind him. he never talks to me when i walk past. never is creepy. although he does pee in the staircase up to the promenade plantee next to me which is a bit annoying if i ever want to go up there for a walk it reaks of pee. but i suppose, what's he supposed to do. he is also, we decided, one of the upper echelons of homeless-ness because he not only has a mattress and blankets to sleep on, as well as a bag full of groceries. he also lives in a gated community, and under a bridge. i'd say that's living the high life if you had no proper house....