You Can’t Even Kill Yourself In This Country
September 8, 2009 in death
So a couple of days ago I’m perusing the cover of the New York Times (which is something I do when I don’t want to do any real work), and I noticed a story on the Supreme Court in Montana deciding whether or not an individual has the right to seek assisted suicide. The article gives us a limited view of the man who sought help dying, telling us he had suffered from leukemia (which would have ultimately killed him) and that the Courts have been going back and forth with whether the right to die is protected under the Constitution.
It started with one spotting over in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. My friend and I were taking a morning-after-drinking constitutional and we saw the word “Dickchicken” spray painted across a wall. Naturally, given our love of all things classy and elegant, we thought this was hilarious, took a picture of it, blah blah blah. However, it would seem that there were more tags cleverly hidden, waiting to be found. Shortly thereafter, we happened upon the combination of the image of a penis with chicken appendages and the name “Dickchicken”.
Hungover yesterday, decided to watch this because I have a penchant for terrible chick flicks. Review can be summed up with “what the fuck was I thinking?”
