Shit man, because when I get Chinese food I get chicken wings & french fries, I’m an intellectual, git-r-done! And these wings what I got yesterday were monstrous. I’m in from the heat & labor for lunch, and damn but ready to CHOW, naturally obliging myself most heartily.

Though ever uncertain about everything, I slowly grok peculiarity in my feeding frenzy…these wings ain’t just big, but rather too big. And now that I take a fine study of the matter, chicken legs ain’t really look like this…I begin to play with the crispy fried physiology a lil’ and…and…

cat leg!

WTF did you say!?

CAT LEG! It’s a fucking CAT LEG!?!

I begin to feel sick in my tummy and strange in my noodle, but no! stop it! I’ve no more $crilla for some other less offensive lunch. Over worked, under fed & w/ reverence for all life as a thou: I must finish my cat lunch. (Anything’s a ritual if you just think about what you’re doing.) I eat my fill, fall into a deep dark nap, and awake w/ the strength of a dozen ghost alley cats; for reals.