The day finally came, the chicken is gone. I know, that came as quite a blow, but there’s just no easy way to break the news. As promised, here’s the final epic multimedia farewell post. In the final days, this thing was hop’n and hangin quite a bit, so I didn’t even try to post updates. The final day was, in a pair of words, infuriating and messy. Read on fellow bagokolytes.

Sept, 2

This is a slightly new position, standing center stage, looking a smidge to it’s right. Take note of the stuff on the curb. It comes, and goes, then returns with a supernatural surge.

Sept. 3

That’s right, it’s mooning you. The pile is also growing rapidly.

Sept. 5

Kicking back. But wait, there’s more…

Is it dead? One things for sure, it’s upside down on the window sill. Also, the growing pile of refuse was picked up by someone.

Sept. 6 – No pix, but what a story.

On my way to work I pulled up to the stop sign at the corner. I usually trun right and head through downtown, but this morning I was confronted by a real circus. Half a street pole was lying in the road (school speed limit sign still attached) and tethered to the power pole across the street. Someone was down the street waving off a school bus, while some other guy was waving me off. The first thing that went through my mind was “How the hell did that happen?” I later found out that the neighbor somehow ‘hit’ a wire with the moving truck and the pole broke. Funny thing is, the truck wasn’t damaged, at all. Later still I found out that the other guy was coiling up a rope just after this happened. Was it intentional, or just good ole stupidity? Some of both I’d bet.

Sept. 7 – The Last Goodbye

And there you have it. The large black and white ceramic cock is gone. I feel so empty inside now.

Now notice the extensive pile of crap that was left in the wake of the exodous. But it doesn’t end there kids.

He also piled all this crap on my property. There’s just no fucking way the city is going to pick all this up. It’ll sit there till hell freezes over, at which point the city will send me a citation with threats of fines. This is the crap I came home to today. I’m going to call the city first thing Monday and file a complaint on this. I will not be responsible for taking all this to the dump. Fuck that. I’m tired cleaning up after assholes like this.

Also note the 15mph school sign proped up on my wall, and the busted ass street pole where it used to hang.

So, with that in mind, I guess there will be one more post in this series.

I’m going to put up another page just for positional and statistical data in regards to this spotted ceramic cock. Stay tuned.

And as a side note, I found some information on the category title.

The word “Bagok” originates from the Kurdish one and consists of two syllables: “Ba”, the wind and “gok” approximately, like the ball, and means about “the circling wind”.

Personally, I think it sounds like a chicken.

So what happened to the VooDoo Chicken category?  Well, I changed it to something more meningful.  The new name was part of a song, Black Dog, off of Dogy Style’s second album.  I liked it back in the day, and it’s still funny as hell.  Not as much as Elvis Hitler playing Green Haze.  Yeah, whod’a thunk it, the music of Jimi’s Purple Haze, but the lyrics of the 60’s TV show Green Acres.  Now that’s some twisted shit there.

This is a new position. I think it’s taking a nap or something now. I seriously doubt that it fell, since it’s now resting it’s head on a brown pillow. It moved sometime between 4:40pm and 5:10pm this afternoon.

And y’all thought I was making this shit up.

For those that missed the original post, click HERE.

Take for instance one incident in particular that pretty much waved a big assed red flag alerting me to his complete and utter craziness. I was working at a retail (and service) location and this guy comes to pick up his stuff. I saw him before he got to the door, but what caught my attention was the pistol tucked in his belt. Sure, it’s perfectly legal to carry a weapon with the proper permit and it wasn’t concealed. But for fuck’s sake, why would he need a gun if he wasn’t 1) law enforcement, 2) a monetary courier or 3) a damned body guard? Mind you, I’m all about some guns, but this kind of freaked me out. Middle of the city, no rabid charging ground hogs, crack dealers or paper targets in sight, and this wackjob comes strolling in all ass up on his shoulders. Now at the time, we had some fairly irate customers come in from time to time, and I didn’t know where the hell this guy was coming from, so…. I’m sure the other customers were just as freaked as I was, but somehow it all worked out without incident.

Now, let’s fast forward a year or so……. I stopped by my folks house after work one day, and my dad related the following incident to me. He was out front talking to another neighbor when they noticed another pair of neighbors (up the street a couple houses) giggling and pointing up at this guy’s house. They were kind of perplexed about this whole faux drunktardery until they happened to look up at the second story window where this guy was standing stark naked in full view of God, country and anyone passing by. What’s even more disturbing is that across the street (90 degrees) is an elementary school.

So, what’s this voodoo shit I was mentioning way back in this post? Well, a couple evenings ago when I was having dinner with the folks, my mom asked me if I had ever noticed this chicken in the big picture window at this guys house. I said “how could I miss it? The big white with black spots ceramic rooster that’s just ugly as shit standing right fucking there in the window?” She said “yeah… You ever notice that it moves?” To which I simply said “No”. Well, apparently it does. Sometimes it faces one way, other times it faces the opposite way, or strait out. But what’s really creepy, and kind of concerns me (given the other incidents outlined above), is when it hangs upside down from the top of the window. That’s right, let me type that again, “is when it hangs upside down from the top of the window”. Sure as shit, when I was rolling home I made sure to notice, and there it was, like some porcelain poultry version of the hanging man tarot card, hanging upside down from the top of the window. As a matter of fact, it still is, days later.I tried some google searching on what it could possibly mean, but came up with a hole lot of nonsense (when applied to context). The only thing I know is that it’s not normal behavior, and it’s probably related to either drugs, some fucked up form of sexual deviation, or poltergeists. I really wanted to take a picture of it, but given the apparent mental instability of this fucktard, I decided that it would probably be safer if I didn’t.

I hate my neighbors.