Being vegetarian has never made me happier

than when I stepped up to a corpse to investigate the open abdominal cavity.  And all I could think about was chicken, it looks like 3 wk old boiled chicken – grey, dried out, falling off the bone.

Because if I ate chicken, I would have passed out onto one of the other body bags in that cramped little room.

But I don’t eat chicken, and I’ve never been more pleased about that…

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