The other night, I went to a western themed dinner/show thing where they brought you food while you watched horses and riders do tricks and stuff. The catch was, no silverware. That’s alright since it was mostly bacon and biscuits and asmall bowl of soup, but the the main course was a whole chicken. Not like just the meat, like bones and everything sans a head chicken. Boys. Let me tell you. I’m went berserk on that damn chicken. The waiter came back and I was fist deep in that chicken’s chest cavity, ripping the ripcage out to expose that succulent meat. I tore the wings off like my life depended on it. In that moment I released my fury and became an animal. Now I am become death, Destroyer of chickens.