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Yesterday I had a great day.

I left school and decided to take out my frustrations by walking through the wet market. A wet market is where they have meat, veggies, live chickens, live fish...stuff like that...oh and tons of people trying to get the best price and the best quality usually in high volume yelling.

Imagine the floor of the stock exchange, add in the 80's craze of mothers buying Cabbage Patch Kids, and throw them both into a kind of a farmers market but with live stuff too. And...anything you want is butchered (prepared) to order and usually every estate (bunch of buildings built by one developer) has one.

So there is this one stall that has chickens that I walk by a lot. I always take a peek every time I go there. I have been really wanting to see what I assume happens to those chickens.

I have never seen the actual process of chicken harvesting. Between seeing all those overstuffed Pilgrim's Pride Chicken trucks heading down the Interstate in Texas, and only ever seeing chicken come in plastic wrapped Styrofoam trays...I was very curious.

My mother told me once of her mother...or maybe grandmother, cutting the head off of the chickens and throwing them out the back door to, well, run around like a chicken with it's head cut off, until they were expired. Then, a little de-feathering and cooking up some tasty vittles.

This seems to gross us out these days. This is how it is done around the world and yet we are so squeemish about it.

I finally got my chance! And it was interesting. If you want to know how it happens, just email me, I will be glad to share.

From there I headed out to get some sushi...thought of my sister a lot! Had a great meal. By the time the day was over I saw little octopus...octopi if you will, a chicken get whacked, fish gutted, pig faces and other parts.

It was neat.