Drunk on Writing

I consider myself a raving cynic. I analyze sayings that most people just take at face value. For instance, I recently used the phrase, "There's no such thing as a free lunch," then proceeded to explain to Mike why this was, in fact, not true. Here is my reasoning:


If a wild cow found in a forest is killed by a wolf-raised naked man's bare hands, slaughtered with rocks, cooked over a man-made fire and served to you in the street, wouldn't it be free? Of course, it wouldn't taste that great (and it would be much easier to apply the previously discussed course of action to a chicken) but it would still, in all sense of the word, be free.


And then the man could certainly fashion a tunic from the cow's hyde.