Sitting at the "stockyards" of fort worth, Texas. I am very confused as I look around and see so many people infatuated with the fact that here in Texas they slaughter more cows than anywhere else in the world. The stockyards is an area I personally don't find happiness. If there is happiness within the confines of raising and killing animals, I don't seem to get it. Oh well. It is my reality, I'm just trying to figure it out. Now I await the delivery of my mushroom pizza after watching the rest of my crew devour some very tasty looking portions of beef soaked in barbecue sauce.