As a young lad I would sit at breakfast eat sausage and often wondered if the pig died in vain. Even at a young age I knew my life was nothing more than a vessel that would eventually lead to death. More than anything, I didn’t want to die in vain. On one particular Saturday morning I asked, “Why don’t we ever have eggs for breakfast?”
My mother replied, “Because we’re having chicken for supper and I’m afraid they might be related and I don’t want to be responsible for the genocide of a…
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Posted on December 21, 2009 at 12:19pm
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