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"These crows are getting gigantic," he muttered to himself as he walked down the paths of his thirteenth year. It was an overcast day that gleamed dully off the train tracks he was following. Another trip to the library and it looked like rain. He pulled a joint out of his pocket, lit it and took a big hit, Shielding it from the wind with the lapel of his trench coat. He was going to look for the "Odyssey" he liked the idea of the blind poet Homer. His parents thought him strange and thought he should try to get along better with his peers. He thought his parents where fine for who they where. A couple of average bourgeois people who would never really understand him or his interests. They got along alright, they pretty much stayed out of his life and he pretty much stayed out of theirs. The crows where flocking to garbage spewed around wherever the tracks crossed one of the busier streets. Fast food wrappers and beer cans with an occasional cigarette pack thrown in. Just for variety. The crows tore through it all looking for the rare french-fry or piece or burger bun. Their whole lives spent moving from one trash heap to the next collecting sustenance by sifting through all the shit people threw into their word. He spent a lot of his time reading books by people widely considered wise more then a century ago but he was starting to wonder if it was just more shit to sift through. He threw a rock into their mists and they scattered to the winds. Blown away from all they lived for by a single pebble. The pebble was they key. To become a pebble, that was where the secret lay. Shattering preconceptions with a quick word or well-turned phrase. They circled on the wind and returned immediately to their trash, hard to destroy ideas deeply buried. For that brief second however, he had set them free.