Tuesday, 11 October 2011


Sometimes I take the highway back home instead of the back roads.  And sometimes I find myself driving next to a semi trailer filled with live pigs.  I know where they are going.  They are on their way to becoming delicious bacon.  Sometimes I see a snout or a curly tail or an inquisitive eye.  I look away.  I know I'm a hypocrite.  Yah, have another pork chop you asshole, not so easy when you're face to face with the animal that's going to get sliced up for that meal.

I still eat bacon after these encounters.  I just steer clear of the highway until I forget.

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