The Stone Chicken
Coming soon... The Story of the Stone Chicken.
I am sick of seeing this picture without the story behind it. I decided to write this as fast as I can type.
It is a very simple story; My friend Erich and I met up for a weekend home from school during a break. We went down to the valley and looked out over the edge of a cliff overlooking one of the edges to the entrance to the metro parks. There below us about 50 feet, strewn about various pieces of peoples garbage, was a large chicken made out of concrete (just like the one pictured here). I climbed down the edge of the makeshift dumpsite and recovered the heavy poultry from its unnatural perch. Somehow I got it up the cliff and took it back with me to school and it forever has been known as "The Stone Chicken". Used as a reference tool for directions to my apartment and as an all around icon for as yet untold stories of fun and debauchery, the concrete chicken lived on my stoop for years until one day it was stolen. Haven't seen it since, (named my blog after it, and a website, and an e-mail). So if you ever come across a very heavy awkward looking concrete chicken, think twice before you throw it over a cliff. It may, at one time, have been someone's Stone Chicken.
(written in one minute twenty seconds)
I am sick of seeing this picture without the story behind it. I decided to write this as fast as I can type.
It is a very simple story; My friend Erich and I met up for a weekend home from school during a break. We went down to the valley and looked out over the edge of a cliff overlooking one of the edges to the entrance to the metro parks. There below us about 50 feet, strewn about various pieces of peoples garbage, was a large chicken made out of concrete (just like the one pictured here). I climbed down the edge of the makeshift dumpsite and recovered the heavy poultry from its unnatural perch. Somehow I got it up the cliff and took it back with me to school and it forever has been known as "The Stone Chicken". Used as a reference tool for directions to my apartment and as an all around icon for as yet untold stories of fun and debauchery, the concrete chicken lived on my stoop for years until one day it was stolen. Haven't seen it since, (named my blog after it, and a website, and an e-mail). So if you ever come across a very heavy awkward looking concrete chicken, think twice before you throw it over a cliff. It may, at one time, have been someone's Stone Chicken.
(written in one minute twenty seconds)
posted by cK @ 9:12 AM
3 Comments:
At 1:43 PM,
Anonymous said…
pray tell, when, oh when will we be showered with the splendid exploits of this most fabled of chickens? when, my good man?pray tell, when, oh when will we be showered with the splendid exploits of this most fabled of chickens? when, my good man?
At 11:55 AM,
cK said…
Soon, my friend. Soon, my friend. Very soon. Very soon, all will know the tail that is The Stone Chicken!
At 9:56 AM,
Anonymous said…
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