ravages_of_peas dafremen In the streaked earthbound throng along the straight harrow-ruled furrows breaking the soil fighting for space in the sunlight in a tractor rich part of town, a man with brown skin and practically unintelligible English slurred by the Bud Light rising from his breath in the torpid September puffs a quizzical sigh that approximates the well worn sound of a blast freezer's door seals - a certain, distant icy closure on behalf of our ball-capped merchant of death whose calloused, green-stained fingers say, "Ho ho ho. Green Giant, bitch." A few feet away from him on a Sunday in the seating area of a grocery store deli far from the glint of the pallid fluorescents winking off the doors in the frozen foods aisle a man in cowboy hat, ostrich skin boots and matching leather belt listens in on a conversation which is not his own: "Do you want frozen peas? Or green beans?" 141118 ... () () 141119 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Variations on a theme! Ravages_of_peace with Give Peas a Chance. And actually well done, because why not? 141120 what's it to you? who go blather from