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January 2012


Ship’s Log, 1/12/12, high noon, equator. Sweating. “Seriously? You want to start a press? And an e-journal to go with it? And you’re doing it with your own money?” Yeah. I’m batshit crazy, I get it, I know. If I had a bosun, which I don’t, I’d have a mutiny on my hands. I don’t […]