SORRY FOR THE CLICKBAIT — YOU’RE JUST PART OF THIS EXPERIMENT
Gigantic Chickens. Time Travel.
Science Fiction Comes to Life!
Ancient people couldn’t or wouldn’t have believed the size of the beasts we now get to eat! I’ve spent enough time in wildernesses to know how pitifully scrawny anything I catch can be. Sometimes it’s easiest to just eat the whole thing. Minus feathers.
This strange story came to me while I was preparing to cook a giant chicken I’d bought here in Panama. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing while both hungry and reeling from disturbing dreams. But all those writing advisors say, “just write!” So — no matter what disaster comes of this, it’s their fault.
I know that some of my critics will say that this story proves that I’m bat-sh*t crazy. I could give them a list of people who’d agree. Though most of those people would comment that it’s the flip side of my genius. I can live with that, dear reader.
I’ll let a Pink Floyd deckhand speak for me:
“I’ve been mad for f***ing years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands…
I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad, like the
most of us…very hard to explain why you’re mad, even
if you’re not mad…”
As for ancient people, well that’s a very long story. I’ll talk about it in a different article. There’s a guy I need to talk to first — he’s spent time with an African tribe still living the primal life. Fascinating, that story. No clickbait when I write it!
That’ll be the time travel I promised and didn’t produce. So . . . bite me.