“Shit, I just hope the cable don’t go out,” Luther said. “If it does we’ll have to have some authentic conversation in this place and discuss our feelings.” From The Broken Places by Ace Atkins
I have this dear friend. She’s a wonderful person without any serious flaws. Or so I thought.
My daughter has some chickens. 15 or so. She named them all.
OK. Is she raising them to eat?
One does not eat anything with a name. So……..she just keeps them for the eggs.
I can see that. Does she live out in the country?
Not really…….but far enough out-of-town. Not too many close neighbors.
I’ve never done it but I understand raising chickens is a dirty, smelly, business. And cutting their heads off. Ugh.
I was raised on a farm and we raised chickens to eat. We killed them, boiled them, plucked them, and cooked them. Good stuff.
Whoa now………………..you killed them. With an ax?
Not with an ax. I would lay their heads on the ground……put a broomstick over their necks to hold them down and then yank their heads off.
(a brief moment of silence as that rattles around in my brain )
OK………I get it. This is just a joke. C’mon….tell me you are not serious.
I am serious. That’s the way I was raised. We always did it that way.
Well wouldn’t it have been easier, neater and more humane to use an ax to cut their heads off? What about their heads? Did they just pop off?
Ya…..they just popped right off.
Man oh man. It’s a good thing you didn’t have any bulls that required castration. Good for the bulls anyway.
“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.” ~ Aldous Huxley