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Everyday I eat chicken for lunch. The grocery store across the
street from where I work sells leg corners for two dollars a pop. A leg
corner is a drumstick and a thigh, in case you were wondering. Making
twelve dollars an hour, Im hesitant to spend a lot of money on lunch,
so spending four dollars on half a chicken is right up my alley, and I
love this chicken. I cant even eat any other chicken anymore,
because it tastes so dry. The grocery store precooked chicken corners
are dripping in oil and flavor, which I dont mind health-wise because I
am on a low carbohydrate, high fat diet.
Naturally, I regret this now, but I couldnt have known what
would have happened. How could anybody have known? After all,
wasnt reality supposed to make sense? Im an atheist, or at least, I
was an atheist. Now that Im dead and writing this, Ive been forced to
change my opinion, but how could I have known?
Everyday I would think about how I was eating a chicken that was
born, fed, and some how brought to me for less than 4 dollars.
Assuming two leg corners are half a chicken, that puts the value on
the chickens life at around eight dollars.
Isaac Beshevis Singer once said, For animals, it is an eternal
Treblinka. My father used to misquote that as for chickens, everyday
is Treblinka. Treblinka being a Polish Nazi death camp for Jews and
other mid-century undesirables. The holocaust never bothered me too
much, it was a historical event, even being Jewish, all those pictures,
those videos of the people who looked like skeletons, it looked far
away, as if in a different universe. In some ways, it was a different
universe, no European country would create death camps now.
While eating my chicken, I would always appreciate that this
used to be a life that I was consuming on such a constant basis. It was
a living being being sold to me, now dead. This didnt bother me so
much as much as it struck me as awe-inspiring. Here I was, able to
consume a life so casually, reveling in my position at the top of the
food chain. I suppose it was my awareness of the situation that caused
me to be chosen for this assignment, as well as my position as a copy
editor for an advertising firm. I guess whoever is in charge knew that I
knew how to sell things. This is of course, something that I do not
agree with as people just dont care about animals enough to stop
eating meat. I probably dont either still.
When I woke up on that Saturday, looking forward to my
weekend of sitting around my penthouse apartment, looking down at
My head.
My head was the worst part, everyone has stood upside-down for
too long and felt the pressure of having too much blood rushing to
ones head. The face filling with blood, your veins telling you that
enough is enough as they struggle to pump blood to the rest of your
body.
The buzzing sound, I knew what the buzzing sound was, and I
came to realize that it must be a dream. Sure I thought I was awake,
but I simply could not be actually experiencing this. But when I was
the other chickens throat cut by the buzzsaw I began to panic. When it
was the chicken in front of me, all I can describe the feeling as is one
of the purest terror I have ever felt. The terror of a life about to be
ended. The blade cut through my throat. I screamed one last time.
This time it didnt come out as a squawk. It was my voice screaming in
terror, my full human adult voice screaming out at my impending
death.
Then it was black. The blackness lasted for a long time. I was
fully conscious. I figured a week went by, as I fell asleep 7 different
times. I had no body, but as a consciousness I could still sleep
apparently. When the light finally came, suddenly my body came back
to me. I was sitting on the back of a stone path that was over a vast
pit of nothingness. I was afraid to jump down, as I knew that if I did, I
might not ever get out of the darkness.
I walked on the path towards the bright white light. Heaven is not
what I found. Rather, I found an old dell computer from what looked
like 1999. It had one program on it, Microsoft Word. I clicked on it, and
it showed me one option for document type.
Create a new document relating to your four dollar body?