My father spoke: Look at this, he said to me. We were walking through an alley from somewhere to somewhere else in Brooklyn. In front of us, a man with white hair and a white beard reached into a dumpster, plucked out a bag of potato chips...
chicken breast soaked in vanilla, aluminum foil and leather doused in WD-40, one day on a pack of green apple bubble gum. lured a large swirl around a grapevine, lead to a plastic bag
I was sitting at a banquet table before the awards ceremony. A distinguished character actor, who narrated the PBS documentary I saw last night, entered the banquet hall in a white jacket.
the belief was eels were male catfish, believe if you leave a fried one alone return to red-raw meat, or a trickle trail of blood and crumb, a resurrection