The Day of the Chin, or, Strangling Chickens and Yummy Griblets

Mr Big Chin and the end of civilization.

I nearly lost my place in the music when the unmistakable sound of someone strangling chickens rose above the normal din of crowd noise and vulgarities in the bar. My first thought was that I didn’t recall there ever being chickens in the bar. Alcohol can bring out the inner demons, or clowns, in the gelatinous petri dish of bar …