Cattle Decap: When Aaron asked if I was
interested in going to a cattle decapitation show the other night, I
thought he meant we would be attending the beheading of a cow. It's not
like I would seek something like that out, like it would occur to me
pleasantly before falling asleep ("Ah, cattle decapitation. I've got to
write that down"). But it could be an interesting experience,
like sitting in on an execution or
sacrificing a lamb. Like maybe the big bovine (whose name I assumed to
be Bertha, as I trust all cows are called) is getting old and past its
prime, or is sick or something. I mean, they shoot horses, don't they?
And if someone is going to put that out there, sure. Let's go to a farm
in the middle of the night, music blaring, cigarettes burning; let's
socialize in Spanish boots and leather pants with coked-up skinheads. We can leave before the beheading! I immediately wrote him back, "YES. Is that even a question?"
"Yes, that's why I asked."
"I guess what I asked was not a question."
Later on, I realized he was talking about a metal band--of vegetarians--and not about someplace where people would be decapitating cows.
That is fine, too.
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