The way people is made

[muckefuck]

The best anecdote from last night's tête-à-tête between monshu and the free-lancing computer consultant from the IT department where I work concerned the latter's squirrel-hunting days. His grandfather, who's been without teeth for as long as my colleague (let's call him Bucky Hunter) can remember, has a technique for putting an entire boiled squirrel head in his mouth and cracking the skull like a walnut to get at the sweet brains inside. "There's something for you to try!" monshu told me. I'll get right on that.

Bucky was very forthcoming about his unusual background. I knew he was Southern, but I never imagined he was from a place so tiny that "my mom's family lived on one side of the holler and my dad's family lives on the other side of the holler." He spoke conversationally about being traumatised by glossalia and laying on hands when he was three, about "divorcing" his foster family and birth family when he was still a teenager before getting a full scholarship to an Ivy League, and about doding the redneck hazing ritual of biting the head off a tobacco worm.

(Yes, danbearnyc, the score to Susannah was running through my head almost the entire time, thanks for asking.)

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Whew. That makes my maternal side of the family look practically high class.

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

I saw my grandpa twist the head off a chicken once. Still, you win.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

By proxy only. The best I can do within my own family is my father's habit of eating gizzards. Oh, and his killing chickens he received as payment-in-kind for his lawyering in the backyard once.

[niemandsrose.livejournal.com]

Kind of like "Police: Southwestern Pa Men Trade Goat Meat For Crack", only different?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Yes, this was services exchanged for commodities rather than commidities for commodities. More like trading goat meat in return for having someone cut up the dealer that burned you real bad.

All together now!

[off_coloratura]

oooooOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH Jaybird sittin' on a hickry limb,
He winked at me and I winked at him
I pulled out a brickbat and hit him on the chin
Looka'here little boy, don't you do that agin!