It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
This, dear readers, is the tastiest sandwich that has ever ever been hewn by human hands. It's from The Coffee Pot in Bangor, and let me tell you something: eating one of these babies is like eating a baby angel.
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I think, perhaps, I can actually smell the onions from merely looking at the picture...
2 comments:
I think, perhaps, I can actually smell the onions from merely looking at the picture...
MF
"It looks like a piece of shit Dom, but I'm sure it tastes good."
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