The days float on like a feather in the wind, but at the end of the week, I’m still a chicken. Taste my truth. Autor: Jarod Kintz Copy Quote More from Jarod Kintz “Leave me with my leftover meatloaf and my Yesterday Sandwich. I’ll be in love t…” “I collect things that collect dust. Like dust jackets. Despite no fingerprints …” “If I were a cop, and I caught a criminal, I’d throw the book at them. A heavy b…” “Don’t mock my dress. I’ve got a dance recital after work. You’re invited—but it…”