Full disclaimer - this has to be one of the weirdest stories that I have ever written, and I have written a LOT of weird old stories. Just imagine you walk into a cheesy old greasy spoon diner, the kind that ought to hand out anti-acid along with a napkin, knife and fork. You ask the waitress for eggs and bacon and she brings you a plate with live chicken on it. I mean, feathers and beak and the whole bonanza. Just think about a mix of Kafka and O'Henry and you are somewhere close to the mark.If you want to find out just what comes next, then you ought to pick this story up and give it a read. I guarantee it's cholesterol free.Go ahead and read this story. I dare you. Are you a chicken?"If Harlan Ellison, Richard Matheson and Robert Bloch had a three-way sex romp in a hot tub, and then a team of scientists came in and filtered out the water and mixed the leftover DNA into a test tube, the resulting genetic experiment would most likely grow up into Steve Vernon." - Bookgasm "If Steve Vernon were a drug, he would DEFINITELY be illegal!" - Some Anonymous Book Reviewer, Most Likely My Cat.
