I suppose we'll have to take turns [plucking chickens], but, still, egads. Doug
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There, there Doug. Here's a story to cheer you up. Typical Berkeley.
Saturday I had a terrible day at work, got in an argument with some pissy customer over his shit sucking scooter, which I wasn't going to stay overtime to fix, then the boss came out and announced he would---Just great. I packed off in a huff, mumbling fuck this place....
Back in the old apartment, I decide I'll cheer up, get a little tight, and make a good dinner. So I take out a whole chicken (range fed), skinny, tough little fucker and cut it up, skin it, and start a classic coq au vin.
About two hours later, I get a call from my old shop buddy Gail who now works at a record store on the avenue as a buyer---she wants to stop by after work. Great. So I set out the chicken, rice, and a nice Italian red wine.
Gail stomps up the back stairs and comes in while I am in the john taking a leak.
Hey, Gail, just in time for dinner. We're having coq au vin---cool huh?
Oh sorry Chuck I am vegetarian now. What? Since when? Chicken isn't really meat, you know. Here have some wine.
No, thanks. I can't really. Me and my sister just got my mother off the sauce and into rehab.
Damn.
``Camarada! Desgraciadamente el ejemplo de soldados y labradores no es todo lo contagioso que fuera menester..'' Negrin.
(From one of the posters of the Spanish Civil War that Yoshie posted)
Chuck Grimes