bon appetit. bon appetit. in the end, my coq au vin was a bit scraggly but passable. it is written that i should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. i think i now understand what that means. next morning on the river, and of course we re not alone. fishermen from all the surrounding villages have heard of us, and have, long before we re even awake, come by to check us out.
so who knows, man? wow. so where did you get the bracelet? oh, an african king gave it to me, the congo river. where did you get yours? we ve come a long way down river, with many kilometers still to go, attention has turned toward the evening meal. i figure i ll make coq au vin. getting close to killing time. the moment of truth. it s quickly getting dark. i m very aware of a number of things. how do they usually kill chickens? small knife. small knife, cut the head off. our chickens are thin, scraggly, tough. he s biting me. in order to make anything any kind of edible i m probably going to have to stew the crap out of them. but still we have to kill these
the moment of truth. it s quickly getting dark. i m very aware of a number of things. how do they usually kill chickens? small knife. small knife, cut the head off. our chickens are thin, scraggly, tough. he s biting me. in order to make anything any kind of edible i m probably going to have to stew the crap out of them. but still we have to kill these things and collect their blood. you want to eat, you have to kill your own chicken and pluck it, too. but every man has a breaking point. in retrospect, perhaps this was ours. harder, harder. almost through, man. no, i m not. killing him, man. clean kill. now you can join our tree house. by the time our birds are cleaned and plucked, the sun is down and dinner is still a long way off. clean out the chickens it s time to kill chickens my cashflow can literally change with the weather. anything that gives me some breathing room makes a big difference.
so who knows, man? wow. so where did you get the bracelet? oh, an african king gave it to me, the congo river. where did you get yours? we ve come a long way down river, with many kilometers still to go, attention has turned toward the evening meal. i figure i ll make coq au vin. getting close to killing time. the moment of truth. it s quickly getting dark. i m very aware of a number of things. how do they usually kill chickens? small knife. small knife, cut the head off. our chickens are thin, scraggly, tough. he s biting me. in order to make anything any
in the end, my coq au vin was a bit scraggly but passable. it is written i should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. i think i now understand what that means. next morning on the river, and of course we re not alone. fishermen from all the surrounding villages have heard of us, and have, long before we re even awake, come by to check us out. can you find a couple onions? don t go crazy. if we don t have them, we don t have them. i will not go crazy.