October 5th, 2005
Galley Friend A.G. sends this link to an essay by Steve O’Shea. There are more squid fetishists than you think:
I’ve dreamed of the moment when this elusive beast would be found. I promised myself that when someone achieved this seemingly impossible feat, that I’d sit down, uncork a bottle of wine and draw deeply on a cigarette, relaxing as Neil Diamond’s “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” album played in the background.
And so last week, I got the opportunity to play out my dream. . . .
Great stuff.
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