Yeah, windpipe. It's more visceral that way. And cleaner than the first word I chose. Today starts the first day of grocery shopping for organic foods. In my new lifestyle change (that I'm forcing on my wife and child I might add) aptly titled...
"Don't Panic, I'm Pure Organic, No More Medicated Goo"
This has also fostered a new story idea. Take a software pirate mentality and apply it to big agra corps and you get the gist of it.
No surprised here but organic food is expensive. Something I'll just have make room for in the budget. I just know cable will have to go. Back to watching live sports on my laptop I guess.
Then again I should probably make a budget. As you can imagine, my to-do list is quite extensive.
Of course this all fostered another story idea. All the genetically altered foods and overly medicated farm animals have made poor people immune to a ramped virus which turns organic types into walking rotting corpses that need to feed on the brains of lower class americanna in order to survive. Now why does that seem vaguely familiar?
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