I've not kept track of every type of fish I have consumed in my life but I'm sure that whatever was on that list has increased by at least one type this week. When I was presented with what can only be described as a blowfish on fentanyl, I was certainly taken aback. It certainly looked appetizing in the same was as a roller coaster after back surgery looks like fun but the fact that three beers and a cognac into my night, staring into its face reminded me of the crackheads outside of port authority made for an interesting internal dilemma.
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