The downstairs chicken and the red ball

Shim had just opened his eyes and it was already noon.Where does the time go while you're unconscious?Last night shim had some big plans for the morning,but that was last night.Shim marveled at the ability of old people to wake up early and be excited about it.Shim had time, plenty of it.He was only twenty five just turned a month ago and if everything worked out as it supposed to he should have at least fifty more years to sleep in and fuck around in this world.Of course he could sleep in if it wasn't for aunt Virginia.His aunt was being his mom for the summer while his real mom vacationed in the Santa Clara County rehab.That also meant that he had to live in a really small redneck town that didn't even have a seven eleven, there goes the summer.Marysville was a tiny town in northern california,but it could have been anywhere,There was no California dreaming there.Aunt Virginia said that it was named after one of the survivors of the Donner party,but Shim didn't care cause they were all dead now.Marysville was the kind of town where
Chickens lived inside of the house.Dogs and cats live inside but not chickens.Shim tried to understand but of course he never would.You either live in a world where there are house chickens or you don't.There was at least one rule that Aunt Virginia had that made sense to Shim,"No chickens upstairs".Downstairs chickens,is that a separate class?,can you earn the right to the rest of the house if you're a well behaved chicken?.Shim had a lot to learn and all summer to do it.