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"Friday Night Chickens"

So it is a Friday night.

Friday night is the night that John steals; Thursday night being the night he does his laundry and Wednesday night being the night he watches re-runs of M*A*S*H while eating barbeque shapes.

Just like most stupid things in his life, it starts with a beer. And another. And another. And one more because it was his shout. And another because its not his shout. And then one quick one just for the road.

And then he finds himself outside the neon lights of his local Safeway.

Coles cooks better roast chickens than Safeway. Its a simple fact that he had learnt from Steve the Parrot.

"Coles just does better chickens." Steve the Parrot would say, "its a simple fact".
"What proof do you have? Isn't it just a question of personal taste?" John would ask
"No, its a simple fact."
"How so?"
"Don't argue with me boy, I know my roast chickens."
"But aren't you a parrot? Isn't that like eating your cousin?"
"John...shut the hell up."

The quality of the roast chicken and Steve the Parrot's apparent taste for cannibilsm aside, John knew a far simpler fact, Safeway's roast chickens are much easier to steal. And through the drunken haze that one gets after 15 pots of draught, ease always takes preference over quality.

John stumbles through the metal gates of the store with the grace and nimbleness of man under the influence of over 4 litres of beer. He..

To be continued....