After two days i get my own thread....im famous. I dont usually tell ppl about my dad but i feel like i know u, so what the hell...Growing up my father was a chicken wrangler. We group on a farm, yes in brooklyn, and i remember herding sheep in the mornings and slaughtering them by night....for the food of course. Those times seemed simpler. Thank you so much for asking. Your my e-friend phatman poo.