They take a live catfish, shove a bamboo skewer down its throat to do it in, the roast it over glowing coals. I'm pretty sure this would be an act of animal cruelty back home.
Grilled catfish and cold beer. Cheer!
I am on a journey looking for a place called home I have yet to find.
But it's more about the journey than the destination ...or so I keep hearing.
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