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I was warned. But I was young, rebellious. I figured - you're northern, what do you know?

But Pete was right. Terribly right.

I sat motionless for what seemed like hours, simultaneously fighting the urge to vomit and using my limited knowledge of the great religions and the highest philosophies in an attempt to figure out how something that seemed like a decent meal on the packaging could turn out to be something I wouldn't feed to a dog in my mouth.

I tossed that half eaten can of filth out of my window into the street below. The growing mound of dead pigeons clustered around the pie mystified the community for days until the council arrived to dump it in a hole in the park.

That's basically why I found this interesting: http://drownedinsound.com/section/view/23