John Christopher Kehoe likes to rear back in his wheel chair and bellow: "Want to see my horns? I've got them. I fight chickens, you know. I'm proud of itkeeps me alive." Last week, he was wheeled into a pagoda-shaped, whitewashed building outside Orlando, Fla. and sat, grim and lordly (in a pit-side box built specially for him and his wheel chair). John Kehoe's hand trembled as one of his game cocks, a fierce looking grey muff, was brought into the pit, weighed and made ready for battle.
It was Orlando's 29th annual cockfighting...
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