The recent turn of events were stressful. Stress-- that was something that Chuck wasn't used to. The fighting, the drinking-- it had all lost impact with chuck. Normally he struggled with boredom. He kept himself sane by engaging in high risk activities. The adrenaline rush got him through the day. Now he wasn't so sure.
It felt as if a tremendous weight had been placed on his shoulders. Chuck mulled over this for a while. It seemed as though he was forever stuck to the earth's surface. There was a picture of a bird on Chuck's wall. Suddenly chuck felt great compassion for that bird stuck in its frame. Chuck felt that that bird was his brother. He took the picture off the wall.
"Bird," Chuck stood and looked at the picture. He smashed the frame, allowing the paper to settle gently to the floor. "You're a free bird now." He put the picture in his pocket. Yet somehow he still felt bad. He only knew one person in the town who could help him out of a funk like this one: Pink.
Chuck found Pink in his apartment in absolute mania. Pink was playing his guitar with the amp turned all the way up.
"Hey Pink," Chuck yelled. There was no response. "PINK.... PINK!" finally he turned around.
"Oh Chuck! Glad to see you. Come let me pour you a drink. They sat down and Chuck told Pink everything that had happened."
"I don't know what to tell you about the letters or the mysterious old man, but I may be able to help. Let me see that photograph in your pocket." Chuck handed it over. Pink then threw it out the window without looking at it. "Free birds fly," was all he said. Chuck watched the photo as it was picked up by the wind. Before long the picture was out of sight.
It felt as if a tremendous weight had been placed on his shoulders. Chuck mulled over this for a while. It seemed as though he was forever stuck to the earth's surface. There was a picture of a bird on Chuck's wall. Suddenly chuck felt great compassion for that bird stuck in its frame. Chuck felt that that bird was his brother. He took the picture off the wall.
"Bird," Chuck stood and looked at the picture. He smashed the frame, allowing the paper to settle gently to the floor. "You're a free bird now." He put the picture in his pocket. Yet somehow he still felt bad. He only knew one person in the town who could help him out of a funk like this one: Pink.
Chuck found Pink in his apartment in absolute mania. Pink was playing his guitar with the amp turned all the way up.
"Hey Pink," Chuck yelled. There was no response. "PINK.... PINK!" finally he turned around.
"Oh Chuck! Glad to see you. Come let me pour you a drink. They sat down and Chuck told Pink everything that had happened."
"I don't know what to tell you about the letters or the mysterious old man, but I may be able to help. Let me see that photograph in your pocket." Chuck handed it over. Pink then threw it out the window without looking at it. "Free birds fly," was all he said. Chuck watched the photo as it was picked up by the wind. Before long the picture was out of sight.
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