I’ve been here for years now. However, it could be worse. Worse, since I had been stuck out on the curb, if one of the big white trucks had scooped me up, mangled me and then deposited me in some landfill. As it is, they have painted a gigantic portrait of me on the wall outside and adorn me with trinkets and jewelry and other tokens of leftbehind affection. It still would’ve been better, of course, to have peacefully flown off to the next incarnation. But it is what it is….and here I am, on a ledge in a bar, in a still state. At least until the last human has left and the lights go out for the night.