Sam Alexander

And I'm going to leave it there.

I was a fry cook for a while when I was in my late teens, kind of early 20s.

Punch pop?

Squarepants.

Fried chicken.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, I had a number of grease burns.

But the worst one was when we had this poker that we used to poke down in there and grab the filters out.

And I was messing around with it, and somehow I let it fall down and hit the back of my arm.

I felt it hit and then nothing.

And I was like, Oh yeah, actually I still got, you can still see that one, but my arms used to be like scarred all up and down from grease burns.

Cause stuff would splash out or fall back in and it would just go everywhere.

Did you see the veins in it?

So I got home a little bit early from work, and I decided I was going to go out for a run, try and clear the lungs out.

And it actually felt pretty good, but I got about a mile and a quarter down the road, and I see something laying dead on the road, on the county road by my house.

And I'm like, oh, that's probably a raccoon.

And I started getting closer and I was like, that's pretty big for a raccoon.

And I get up there and there's this full-on adult bobcat that someone had hit either early this morning or late last night just laying there on the road.

I would have gotten a picture, but I didn't have my phone and I wasn't going to go back to the house and run back out there or even drive back out there and take a picture of it.

But he was a pretty kitty.