The short story, They Taste Like Chicken, was inspired by a couple of fellows and their behavior. One incident was from the 1970s and the other from about twenty years later. Both incidents were brief, but left a lasting impression. I couldn’t do anything about either one of the occurrences, then.
I’m guessing that what I can do now, write a story, neither of them would care about, but just let me tell you that if you annoy someone who likes playing with words and making stuff up, and if you wind up in on of their stories, your character probably won’t have a very good time. Some people might get a kick out of knowing that, but it’s not a compliment. Trust me.