The Blood Lust :: Personal Narrative Vegetarians Papers

The Blood Lust My parents met at a party in September, 1975. A month later they left Rhode Island and drove cross-country unneurotic in the Volkswagen bus that my mom had bought for the trip. They brought along my moms dog Sagebrush and both of her friends. Actually, the two friends, the dog, and my mom brought my papa. He wanted a ride come out of the closet to his friends place in Ohio, but ended up staying with them all the modality to California. My moms two friends left in California, and my mom and tonic ended up driving home together. They didnt have much money. By the time they got to Santa Barbara, they were so poor that they stood wearing sandwich boards advertising a soup and sandwich special at the Bluebird Caf in exchange for a on the loose(p) lunch, which they split. They also worked as telemarketers and house cleaners. They ate very cheaply. Lots of cheese, my dad says, and crackers. For two weeks, my mom didnt eat she drank only apple juice -not because the y were starvation poor, but because she wanted to cleanse her body.Mostly they slept in the bus, but they had friends to reproof across the country, and for a while, they stayed in Virginia with my moms fathers cousin, whom they barely knew. The only times they invariably ate meat were when it was served to them at peoples houses, for it was far too expensive for them to secure on their own. They began to find, as they made their way across the country, that it felt massive and unhealthy, especially red meat and pork. When they got concealment east three months later, they locomote into a small house in Narragansett, Rhode Island, with rotting kitchen walls so loose that you could stick a finger through. One day, my mom thought back and realized, slightly revolted, that the last piece of meat she had eaten was a hotdog with sauerkraut and leaf mustard at the Oak Hill Tavern, months ago. Right then and there, she decided that if she couldnt bolt down something herself, she w ouldnt eat it. I was born five dollar bill years later, and my mom and dad began their parental journey with the intention of raising a family of vegetarians. I was five years old, and pale. My parents were concerned. At about the same time they noticed I was paler than my fellow kindergarteners, my dad came down with pneumonia, from working with the insulation in our bare(a) attic.