I’ve Had Chicken That Good Before
Five guys got together to drink and cook some fried chicken in a Houston apartment complex last Friday night.
Then bad stuff happened.
Rivera became angry when Gonzalez took the last piece of chicken. Both men got into an argument that escalated to a fist fight in the parking lot of the complex when Rivera stabbed Gonzalez and fled the scene with the knife.
You know, when I die I want to be real old, real sick, or doing something worth dying for. I do not want the words “fried chicken” to appear anywhere in my obituary.
Thanks to Larry for the heads up.