There is no doubt that I am attracted to people are hard to like. The anxious, nervous, insecure, loud, obnoxious, alcoholic, needy, flighty, rude, and unaware. I like these people. They comprise many of my friends. My little broken birds, why do I love you so? You let me nurse your clipped wings, but bite me when I offer you food. Juan Pedro showed me how to be unconditional, my little mexican bird. His heart and mine are both in my throat.
My little broken birds.