This link: http://www.poststar.com/story.asp?storyid=1990 reminded me of a story. It was years ago in a soon-to-be-famous apartment. The evening had worn into early morning. Two of us were the only ones around and we were getting hungry. The others hadn't returned from the evenings clubbing,.. so instead of wait, we decided to trek out on our own. There was a 24-hour grocery just down the block, so that's the direction we headed. We were drunk and laughing and I think there was only a couple in the store among us. For whatever reason, I got enchanted by the array of raw chickens on display. My companion had already walked down the aisle onto other things and I yelled out to him: "Would you eat chicken?" "Sure", he shrugged and, with the startled couple looking on, I grabbed a package of barbeque seasoned chicken and shoved in into my jean-shorts. All lookers on were shocked, including my friend. I was completely serious. After we walked around a while longer we proceeded to the checkout counter. The couple filed in behind us. A few things were bought and we walked into the cool summer air and got in the car. As I pulled out the chicken, blood went everywhere... destroying many tapes, most notably my JIM CROCE'S PHOTOGRAPHS AND MEMORIES... and I relearned the lesson of Western karma: Nothing is free. Of course at that time in that state of mind, we had no idea how to cook the damn thing... so after to few minutes in the microwave, we ravaged the bird and left bones strewn all about. It looked as if a vodou ritual had taken place... and it had. We drank beers a while longer until the others drifted in. They asked us about the bones... On a more serious side note, RIP Moustapha Akkad. HALLOWEEN changed my life and I thank you for it. I think it's time for some Eastern Karma... http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051111/ap_en_mo/obit_akkad