This would be a boring mundane novel if not for the lightning bolt that flew across my mind. This guy who's living a small life as a bank guard, decides to move out of his apartment because a pigeon gets into the hall. I'm struggling to do some simple things, and that pigeon represents the simple things I could do to improve my life but I don't. NYCFC, my soccer team, is nicknamed the pigeons. They're sleepwalking through another season because of the coach.