“Damn it! The fucking birds keep shitting on my mother fucking car! Damn it!â€? Let me introduce foul-mouthed Johnny Gamin. He is divorced and has seven kids with three wives. He hates his job. He hates his kids. He hates his family. He hates his life. But the most evident of all, he hates birds. Every day, he comes out of his work building to a shitted-on car and says, “Damn it! The fucking birds keep shitting on my mother fucking car! Damn it!â€? He has no life. But let’s play God for a day. The next day Johnny wakes up on the roof of his apartment. He feels a lot smaller than he was the night before. He tries to yell out, “What the fuck?â€? but he can’t talk. His foot slips and he flies to the nearest branch to keep him from falling.