about 10 years ago I was driving to school on the first day of my senior year. I was pissed off. school was starting, it was cold, it was early, and this was just the beginning of the year. I would pick up 2 of my friends on the way to school since they didn't have cars. well I get my friend paul and we're on our way to get david. they lived in the same neighborhood so they were only a short drive from each other. well we're on our way to get david and I'm driving down the street in my shitty truck and two chickens start crossing the road. those fuckers came out of nowhere. it was too late to stop or swerve so I hit them head on. I remember looking in my rear view mirror and seeing what looked like the aftermath of two down pillow being blown up by a bomb. a literally wall of feathers was behind me. fuck we were laughing so hard. after we got david we went back down the street and surveyed the damage. two perfectly featherless chickens lay in the road lifeless with an untold amount of feathers around them. our humor was short lived though when we saw a little girl standing by the side of the road crying. man I felt bad after that.