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Ever since I was little I’ve had an infatuation with ducks. People like to bust my balls about being such a weirdo…but what kind of kid wouldn’t be in awe of the cute little duckies back at Shadyside Park eating bread right out of his hand? But then over the years I realized that I also really liked various other creatures, most notably flying squirrels, potbelly pigs, and baby elephants.

So the other day I started running after my friend Lily told me there were some trails outside Yahoo HQ. California is so amazing in that right in the middle of corporate America you can find amazing scenery. Just as I turned a corner on the big-ass hill by the parking garage…I find myself in the middle of 300 goats.

It was amazing. Jeremy had told me a couple weeks ago that in the summer you’d sometimes see goats on the hill helping keep the grasses under control. But I didn’t expect there to be so many so close…and brown, black, and white ones…spotted ones with curly horns ramming into eachother. Little baby kids trying to suck on the female ones’ teets.

I found myself hanging around them for hours. I didn’t know why…but then when I got back I had a realization. I really love animals. I think it’s because I don’t like most people, probably because they say stupid $hit that you’d never hear out of a goat’s mouth. All they say is, “maah.”

Growing up in Indiana after being born in New York, I always vowed that I’d get away from all that hick crap and never look back. But now I can seriously see myself buying a farm when I get old after the world pisses me off and elects the next George Bush leader of the free world. Perhaps I’ll even live as a hermit in the Himalayas. With my goats.

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