A gang of crows woke me up, screaming the news that Osama bin Ladin is dead.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! The SEALS got that bad boy!"
I yelled out my window: "Shut Up! I'm tryin' to sleep!"
"Ah! Ah! Why such a grouch!?!" one of them shrieked on my window ledge. It cocked it's head left and right, looking like an anorexic Groucho Marx (and he was a thin dude too...) getting ready to put a verbal smack-down on and I was just the right doodyhead to take the medicine.
"Why should I care about some dead rich Arab 10,000 miles away?" I asked, "do I get some of his money? I'm still on Welfare. Lots of folks I know are too. I could use it..."
"Ah! Ah! Ask a question, get an answer!" the crow, you know, said it loud: "NO! YOU! DON'T!"
"That's what I thought", I muttered, sticking ear thingies in as deep as they would go. I started playing Paradise Jahfree Love's "I Love Everything About You...But You!"
I do want the truth to wake me up. It's better than coffee or energy drinks. I didn't get the crows' names. I knew they'd be back to tell me more.