Parrot

I. Man Imagine you'd a personality, and a brain, and a rebellious nature, and a glass of scotch on a beach somewhere on a Caribbean island, not a care in the world, and a parrot walks past. Real nonchalant, this fucker hasn't a care in the world. He's whistling to himself. You know it's a male because he has that cishet look about him, there's no denying it, he's exuding what he probably supposes…