The following conversation took place during the last Roughhausen US tour, the actual location was some rural town in Oklahoma. I use the word town liberally because if memory serves, this “town” was a gas station, beer store, 2 hotels and a KFC.


We pulled in at 9:30 pm after driving for 7 hours, checked into the motel, threw our shit into the room and stumbled, bleary eyed, across the street to dine at the Colonels finest emporium of slow death.




e.g.: walks in, takes one look at the dead eyes of the poor country dumb kid unfortunate enough to be forced to work at KFC in this mecca of excitement, culture and happenings and decides to mind fuk him. This poor bastard was probably eighteen years old, lived in chicken fuk no-where, had nothing to do and worked at KFC, in short he was in love with life and life was loving him.




















e.g.: “hey you guys got any chicken in here?”

kid: “yup”

e.g.: “it is any good?”

kid: “yup”

e.g.: “is it fresh? are these local chickens?”

kid: “hun?”

e.g.: ” where does this chicken come from? I want to support the local economy, you know? buy from the local house of el poulet.. I mean do you eat it?”

kid: “hun?”

e.g.: “do you eat the chicken?”

kid: “nope”

e.g.: “why not you said it was good”

kid: “don’t like chicken”

e.g.: ” and you work at a chicken joint?”

kid: “yup.”

e.g.: “howz that working out for ya?”

kid: “not so good.”

e.g.: “can I get mine with only ten herbs and spices? that eleventh one, I don’t know… just not tasty…”

kid: “hun?”

i was just about to get in on the action when his girlfriend came in and started to give him shit for talking with some other girl on the telephone…. He had more than enough misery to last a lifetime. You think your life sucks ? Guess again.