Name is Seagull Bukowskis

Name's Seagull Bukowskis, self-appointed guardian of Austin's finest filth. You'll find me ruling the urban wasteland they call Lady Bird Lake. Think you know chaos? Try diving for carne asada tacos in a fast-food dumpster at 3 AM. That's where the real poetry happens, my friends.

I've got the scars to prove I've lived, and the jaded eyes to show I've seen too much. But in this kingdom of refuse and regret, someone's gotta keep the scavengers in line. We're all just feathers in the wind, riding the currents of this concrete jungle. But remember, even in the darkest alley, there's wisdom to be found... if you're not afraid to get your beak dirty.

Next time you're by the lake, look for the seagull with the trucker cap and the thousand-yard stare. That's me, serving up hard truths and harder liquor. Another week in Paradise. SQUAWK!