Year Of the Cock: 2017

Year of the Rooster; Proud, confident, honest and forthright.

Day drinking to musicians Bon Jovi, Bootleg honey while on the occasional marijuana, learning husbandry through my neighbor who’s a daughter of a retired Marines, her purpose is to train me as if I am in training for the army, and her the sergeant, ordering, timing, and not to be a whiny unproductive bitch.

I confess that I didn’t grow up in that kind of lifestyle as she did, a fifth generational farmer who knows what hard work is, back breaking, showering sweat of strenuous physical labor I cannot and will not ever do.  Those few months of volunteering on her farm did not make me feel confident, it made me feel like a worthless son-of-a-bitch! I went to her in hopes to get something positive more than negative.

De-worming the two months born piglets were one of the difficult moments for me on Leland St. Farms.  Their squeals ranged and screeched to the core of my ear drums, shortly after I have agreed in a content manner to help her, “sure, those cute piglets!”, how deceiving their “cuteness” appeared to me.

My neighbor would also yell, “Come On, hurry up, pick em’ up!”, a defiant tone and stern look as if I had signed up to torture myself along with the onset of those squealers, and her voice, a nightmare on Elm St.

Truth be told, I don’t see myself being enlisted in the Army, or the Marines anytime soon.

 


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