my chicken story...

(I originally wrote this blog July 1st 2006 on my myspace blog, but after reading about chicken on this blog I decided to share my chicken story again so enjoy)


The reason why I stopped eating Chicken for a while...

(don't worry... It was temporary, I fucks with chicken again)

So what made me bring up this story is because I was on my way to pick up my friend Chantea to go to the club and I called her while I was driving to her house and she said she was running around like a cat with her head cut off... so after we laughed a lil bit cause what she obviously meant was a Chicken with her head cut off it reminded me of a traumatizing story that happened to me when I was little:

So what had happened was...

when I was little maybe about 9 or 10 I don't really remember, we had these neighbors who for some reason always had all these different types of animals like goats, pigs, chickens, turkeys, and the norm dogs and cats... but they never seem to be there for long... that's when we found out that they were sacrificing them... yea they was on some other shit... but anyway one day 2 of the chickens "escaped" whatever they was on and came into our backyard... after asking the neighbors if we could keep we just had them in our backyard for a while and they were my pets... later on they had layed about 18 eggs... so we had 2 grown ass chickens and like 18 chicks running around our backyard like we was on a farm... when the chicks got bigger they decided that they were gonna cock a doddle doo hella loud every morning at the crack of dawn and our other neighbors on the block wasn't having that shit at 4 in the morning... every morning... but we were used to it... but anyway some of them complained to the City of Oakland and the city told us that we had to get rid of them cause having hella chickens and shit is not what's hot to have in some regular ass neighborhoods in east Oakland apparently.. so my Dad had a friend in Sacramento who had a farm at the time and he came and picked some of them up...

yea... some of them

what happened to the rest of them??? My folks decide to have a BBQ! The good O fashion way... I'm talking ringing necks, plucking feathers and all that shit! Now I ain't never seen no shit like this in my whole life... My dad was raised in Louisiana so they did this shit all the time when he was growing up... not me tho... AND I actually seen him ring the chicken's neck! MY pet chickens! He took those chickens by the neck and swung they lil asses around until they bodies popped off... that's some nasty shit!!! AND I actually seen the damn chickens run around with they heads cut off! That not what I needed to be seeing... especially cause they were my pets... very traumatizing... so that's the chicken story... they had to nerves to have a BBQ with MY pets... I couldn't eat the chicken... I just had a bunch of side dishes and shit, and I didn't eat chicken for a looonnng time... but I'm back on it...

I just decided I would share that story with yall... now I'm about to go eat some chicken...