Iowa Writes

CHRISTIAN WESTERMANN
Fried Chicken


     A commercial for Church's Chicken came on, two days ago during the Heat Vs. Celtics playoff game. Apparently, from a nationwide poll, Church's now has the best spicy chicken.  Yet another landmark in the industry. More commercials followed, and Paul Pierce got ejected from the game, but the images of floured chicken and flying spices stuck.
     Looming thoughts of this coming summer and the dreamy taste of light golden biscuits, mixed in my head. I started recollecting the time my friends and I drove to Harlem at 4:00 in the morning for food. We called them "Journeys" and we went on them a lot. Every borough had its own story of thrills, laughs and carbohydrates.  Kennedy's Fried Chicken is all over New York City, but I can still feel the grease from the one on 110th and Lexington Avenue. That night we ordered a piled high family box and scarfed it down in a park between two housing projects. It was just Max, Teddy and I. Together in a place where the murder rate fluctuates monthly, we never felt safer. I was with people I loved.
     Flavor Flav's flagship fried chicken store in Clinton Iowa has been shutdown. It happened only a few weeks ago, but stories of the restaurants misconducts have plagued local news ever since it's opening. I've never been there, but was thinking of going. However, a quote in a newspaper dated May 3rd, sums up the idea I have of the place now.
      "I found potato salad that expired on February 28. And it's then I realized I can't do business [there] and I really hope no one ate those potatoes."- Flavor Flav
     The washed up rapper broke many FDA regulations, during his gamble in the Chicken business. After many months of dodging taxes, Flavor Flav eventually fled to Las Vegas, Nevada.

     A commercial for Church's Chicken came on, two days ago during the Heat Vs. Celtics playoff game. Apparently, from a nationwide poll, Church's now has the best spicy chicken.  Yet another landmark in the industry. More commercials followed, and Paul Pierce got ejected from the game, but the images of floured chicken and flying spices stuck.
     Looming thoughts of this coming summer and the dreamy taste of light golden biscuits, mixed in my head. I started recollecting the time my friends and I drove to Harlem at 4:00 in the morning for food. We called them "Journeys" and we went on them a lot. Every borough had its own story of thrills, laughs and carbohydrates.  Kennedy's Fried Chicken is all over New York City, but I can still feel the grease from the one on 110th and Lexington Avenue. That night we ordered a piled high family box and scarfed it down in a park between two housing projects. It was just Max, Teddy and I. Together in a place where the murder rate fluctuates monthly, we never felt safer. I was with people I loved.
     Flavor Flav's flagship fried chicken store in Clinton Iowa has been shutdown. It happened only a few weeks ago, but stories of the restaurants misconducts have plagued local news ever since it's opening. I've never been there, but was thinking of going. However, a quote in a newspaper dated May 3rd, sums up the idea I have of the place now.
      "I found potato salad that expired on February 28. And it's then I realized I can't do business [there] and I really hope no one ate those potatoes."- Flavor Flav
     The washed up rapper broke many FDA regulations, during his gamble in the Chicken business. After many months of dodging taxes, Flavor Flav eventually fled to Las Vegas, Nevada. 
     I'm not ready for sophomore year. My three roommates and I rushed into things. We bought an apartment before we all realized how bloated our friendship was. Also Alex, just one of the roommates, has a weird obsession with my calves. He believes that they are what girl's desire most in a man.  I don't understand his angle, but still admire the compliment. Between my good legs and artificial friends, next year I will feel like a chicken in a big bucket called Iowa.  Deep fried and about to be eaten. 
     The feds finally caught up with Flavor Flav, whose real name is William Jonathan Drayton Jr. Bloggers released his mug shot, shortly after the arrest. From the picture, his cheeks looked oddly small and his dark brown eyes seemed dangerous. When I saw his hair, I thought of my high school lunch lady, Margret and her headband. He had grown it out to what looked like a mop that grew outwards from his head. In between the dark weaves, were heavy strands of white, which revealed to me his true age of 52. Overall he looked very, crispy.
     Sportscasters and Chicken were no longer on my TV. Instead yellow running headlines and Wolf Blitzer's aged face remained. Matt, stampeded into my dorm.
     "Osama's dead, fuck yeah! USA man!" He eagerly shouted towards my ceiling.
     I tightened my jaw.
     "Yeah Matt," I replied. He backed away and left for the hallway still clucking "USA".
     I turned to my phone and texted Max. He was celebrating in the crowds at ground zero.
     "They haven't even shown the body or pictures, it's sketchy," I texted. A couple seconds went by.
     "I know man, maybe just something to get Obama easily re-elected. But I don't care I still love USA! Me and Teddy are here, New York is crazy right now," He replied
     "Yah me too, I love it no matter what. I miss Teddy," I texted back
     "Don't worry, Fordham ends its classes the 18th we'll all be back again," he replied
     I sat back on my futon. Staring at my home on a screen. Where Max and Teddy were.
     It's not that I am scared to go home and re-adjust to my old life. I just don't want to come back next year and pretend that these people, these "friends" of mine, really know me. I'll put up with it, because I really do love Iowa, It's just I don't know anymore. I wish I could run away from next year and have someone go after me. Only I'm worried that if I did run like Flavor Flav did, to Las Vegas or father, I'd end up just like him. Like a big piece of fried chicken.

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CHRISTIAN WESTERMANN

Christian Westermann grew up in East Setauket, Long Island. When he was very young, he frequently wrote short detective stories in a series called "Chris The Great." After that, from elementary to middle school, he worked on a novel of historical fiction. He also used to love wars/battles and ancient history. From these experiences, Christian soon realized that he loved writing. His stories developed during high school, and after he came to University of Iowa in 2010 to pursue writing. "A Piece of Fried Chicken" is a small experiment that strings together separate vignettes into one main narrative.

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