It's that time of year when we pray to our ancestors. We have a feast consisting of a huge variety of foods. We burn Heaven and Hell bank notes. We pray for the future and the well being of ourselves and others.

My mom usually prepares the food, but she has work today, so my aunt decided to cook to take the strain off my mom. We usually have crab, but since my aunt is new to this shit, she didn't exactly know how to put the crab into the pot as they were still alive though bound by sheets of newspapers.

My aunt was freaking out when she unbound the crabs. One of them was still alive and kicking, trying desperately to get off its back. (Who knows what happened to the second one. Probably died or couldn't be bothered to move.) I felt really bad for it. The crab probably knew it was going to be boiled to death and was struggling to escape its fate. Probably knew it was going to die whether it got back on its legs or not. My aunt finally got them into the pot (after much screaming) and covered them up. She put this rock thing on the lid for good measure, haha.

It makes me wonder which idiot decided to eat these eight legged creatures. I'm guessing chinks since they pretty much eat anything that moves. Crabs- and I suppose lobsters too- aren't like other animals (no shit...) you can't kill them before cooking, you just boil that shit to death. You can't rip off their protective shell and then kill them because that's just as cruel, not to mention fucking insane. You'd get some minor injuries while flaying that shit, ya dig? Can't get a hammer and smash that bitch... Fucking messed up if you do.

Just imagine yourself getting boiled to death in a huge pot. It's no damn party. I know I would carry a knife with me a slit my own throat if that were to happen, I think. But these creatures don't have that kind of luxury. They just sit there- maybe struggle to get out of the pot even though God knows it's useless- while the temperature gets higher and higher. And they fucking die. They get eaten. Their protective shell is crushed and ripped off. There are fingers (or whatever the fuck you use to eat) digging deep inside them to pull out their meat. It's like having your stomach cut open. Hand finding their way into your stomach, getting bits of your innards and shit pulled out. Nails scraping at your skin from the inside. And after what remains of the crab is thrown into the garbage and is forgotten. Pretty horrible.

That reminds me. Last year my mom was cooking crab. She turned on the stove and everything. The crab tried to climb out of the pot. Actually got the lid off. My heart sank.

This is the most depressing shit I've written. Funny it was about a crab. I can smell it cooking right now. Smells good.

Anjay