03.07.02 - 11:20 am

i caught a rooster.

yesterday i was walking with my friend john, to get some food when we came across two guys and a police officer holding a yellow bag of sorts. they were walking around an outcropping of blackberry bushes, tall grass and weeds. i was curious so i approached to investigate. "whatcha guys doin?" i casually inquired.

"theres a wild rooster in there."

"a wild rooster? like, from out in the wilderness?"

"well no, a rooster, um, thats lose and...uh wild."

"oh"

so me and john walked into the bushes. john blindly grabbed branches and such completely oblivious to the large blackberry thorns until they stabbed into his hands. i tread on more carefully, cornering the feathered beast under the weeds.

"do they bite? or scratch? am i gonna get hurt?" i asked, having never been faced with such an adversary.

"no."

so i attacked. i grabbed the bird by its shiny orange sides and it began to howl and make a lovely bloodcurdling wail. it was soft, much different than i expected. i expected to feel muscle and meat under a thin layer of coarse feathers. instead there was a moment where i wondered if id ever reach the actual bird as i pressed my hands together in my vise like grip. it was soft. it was nice. i want a rooster.

i lifted the creature and placed it into the kinko box that one of the other guys was carrying.

"where are you taking it now?" afraid they were going to take my prize off somewhere and brutally murder it and claim the kill as their own.

"um, i guess kinkos ayuck ayuck..."

"yeah."

so then we left and ate some food.