One day I was eating a piece of chicken and my teeth hit the bone. My mind said, “Dead bird. This is me. Eating a dead bird.” Like I’m a fucking fool—what, I can’t think of anything to eat besides dead flesh? I started thinking about it like, ‘I’m alive, I have a life, my flesh is alive. Why should I eat something that’s dead?’ When man puts death into his body, he starts to die. From that point on, I ate to live.
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