Hog brain

November 12, 2011

In the tire store waiting room, the television blared an interview with a woman who eats mostly roadkill she finds near her home.

What? said the other man waiting with me. What? He began to laugh loudly—he was still in that jolly place that lasted the mechanic came to tell him he needed to replace all four tires.

How does a person develop a taste for roadkill? he said. Her brain just turned into a hog brain.

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