infinite enemies

With a thick grey moustache and army fatigue pants, Curtis the Vietnam vet sits in the park and curses those who feed the pigeons. He aligns himself with the squirrels, approaching the trees with peanuts and mock charging any birds who get close. "No! Fuck- not for you!" He feeds the reluctant squirrels and walks away. Then he waits on the bench and watches for any park-goers who side with the birds. He conveys his hate through mouthed obscenities and visceral glares. Curtis chooses the bird feeders as his enemies because there is an infinite supply of them. His misplaced angst and need for targets is proof that his mind was broken at a time when the enemies were real.