Just A Little Bit Of Chicken Fried...

{ Eric Brittingham }

ray had dropped off some chicken wings in our dressing room after the show. great.. there are cheyenne signs all over the fucking place! first, i heard our song on the radio on the way to the arena, now the fuckin chicken wings! is this torture ever going to end? oh yeah... IN APRIL!!! uhhh thats so far away! why does tom get to have kayla here? he wont even consider letting me bring in cheyenne! asshole! "hey eric! you want one?" fred held out a chicken wing covered in thick barbeque sause. "actually...no" "what?! since when do you not want a chicken wing? they are your favorite!!" yes fred, i know chicken wings are my favorite. but they are cheyenne's favorite too. "yes fred, i am aware that chicken wings are my favorite. but, im not hungry." this only gave fred more motovation to get me to eat a chicken wing "not hungry?!?!" as if he coudlnt believe it. fred is ALWAYS hungry.. "yes, fred.." he sunk his teeth into the peice of meat "your loss." he said, walking away with the chicken wing in his mouth.