meat matters... a tale of my past

I'm going to tell you a little story from my past, back when I was mopier, wore skimpier black clothing and a lot more black eyeliner. Yes, back when I was a poetry writing, sneak outing, school skipping, cigarette smoking teenager.

I had morals, values, a need to do something, take action! And so in order to save the world (and royally piss off my father I am sure) I decided I was a vegetarian. NO MEAT. Yep. I decided that. Me.

I lasted almost a year (I think, though it could have been as little as 6 months). I'm sure my parents were very entertained, so I really appreciate that the time some cooked bacon went missing from the fridge they overlooked it and never said a word...

Eventually though I had to give up the giving up meat. It was a hot sunny California day and I was dressed all in black (duh, I was depressed and junk). My dad was getting ready to BBQ some of his amazing beef ribs for some friends and I just couldn't be kind to cows any longer.

Later that night after eating 3 amazing ribs and assorted sides I got so sick I'll never be able to forget it, but still, lesson learned I was never a vegetarian again.

Thanks dad, I'm probably going to hell because of you and your meat cooking ways...

mummified me...

today I had the honor of sharing space with artifacts thousands of years old... I was able to see them, breath them, once I accidentally brushed the very tip of my finger across a water hieroglyph that was carved before civilization as we know it existed.

some women worship rock stars movie stars race car drivers politicians weather men and perhaps would never wash again if they were able to lay hands on said rock star movie star race car driver weather man etc... eh... not me. But to be there in that room and able to ignore the hundred or so other people milling about, to be able to be a part of those pieces for split seconds in history I am awed... I have already washed my finger though... I figure that kind of history you can't wash off...