One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father was a meat worker. He was a union organizer in the meat workers union.
I guess it kind of stemmed from my father. He was a union guy working for the meat plant down in Kansas City. He was a union guy, and I guess it was just in my blood.
Flesh-meats will depreciate the blood. Cook meat with spices, and eat it with rich cakes and pies, and you have a bad quality of blood.
My dad's a doctor, and when I was 8, I went to one of his medical conferences where they were demonstrating laser surgery on a chicken. I was so mad that a chicken had to die, I never ate meat again.
The worst job I ever had was when I had to try to sell a service for medical waste treatment.
Cutting meat out of your diet is the best thing you can do for animals and your own health.
Obviously, when I had the scare with the blood clots, I mean, that's the kind of thing that you don't want to have happen, obviously, and you worry about what it means for the rest of your career.
I haven't touched a piece of meat since I read a graphic description of Chicago's slaughterhouses when I was 12.
My first job was cleaning sheep pens.
When I was at Babbo, I was covered in scars and scabs and burned bits - melted hair, ribbed burns I got reaching across the top of a hot skillet... I sliced off the tip of my finger. I cleaved my forehead - a deep, ugly wound. Luckily, it regenerated.