I have to include my part of the science

I have to include my part of the science report before the conference began!

"You're still working on that thing? The conference happened more than a month ago, dude!"

James was getting more visibly frustrated, "I know, Sandy! But I couldn't get the parts from my supplier during the time frame. First, my guy comes down with the flu and then

feed mah fuggin' kids on this workin' man's salary?" But what he didn't know was that his kids were already dead. In fact, they had never been born. Never existed at all. He had

been out of his mind since he dropped acid back at that goddamned Grateful Dead concert back in 1969. Sure enough, he looked into his old family photos and found only himself

wearing a Dead bandana tied to his head to hold in the drugs, a skull and roses T-shirt, and "Need a miracle" written on his forehead. Ironically he had survived his family in 2015

automobile accidents on a trip to Detroit. His blind Uncle Lem drove the motor home. All died but him. He didn't feel lucky he felt blessed. So he crossed the street to sit on the

curb to sit beside a forlorn-looking chicken. They sat in companionable silence, each contemplating the purpose of their respective lives. Finally the chicken spoke. "Do you want

to know why I did what I did?" "No" came the reply. The chicken knew at once that it was no use, got up slowly, the weight of it heavy on his wings, and simply crossed the road.