Toastmaster Harpoon Party

I've been carrying around this cheap voice recorder for the last couple months, trying to do an interview project where I ask strangers for five-minute interviews. I thought I could get some funny stuff. On Saturday night outside a bar with an Open Mic Night a bumlike man bummed a cigarette. 

I asked him for a five-minute interview. "Just a funny story, maybe. But something funny only. No sad stories," I instructed him. He agreed. "I raise birds for hobby," he responded, "I love them all, but one, Goldie Girl, I loved the most. We used to talk a lot together. But she began cursing one day, and then she died." 

I cut the interview short.