Often the pale Dough-Boy was fain to bring on a great baron of Salt-Junk

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The sentence above once again comes from the strange brain of Herman Melville and his pretty famous novel MOBY DICK.

If you think SALT-JUNK is the term most likely to sound like an oddball sexual euphemism in today’s reading, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WRONG…

You can hear that sentence and honestly QUITE A FEW MORE up in the SECRET ROOM where I read to you and chat a bit as the rain falls outside my window.

And speaking of PALE DOUGHBOYS, I will be joining Mike Mitchell and Nick Tiger Wiger next weekend in BOSTON for the big 10th Anniversary DOUGHBOYS PODCAST SHOW (along with Jon Gabrus).

It’s at the Wilbur, and it’s going to be WICKED, and there are a few tickets left for you right HERE.

Wiger, me, and Mitch, aka the SALT-JUNKIES, back when we snuck in to record at the Sky Club at LAX. This Sky Club no longer exists, so do not try to take a pilgrimage there to see the place where I once saw Common and he nodded at me.

Meanwhile, I’ve been working on a secret project too secret even for secret society, and I must get back to it, so please ascend with me now, if you wish, for the whaling news and the comments section...

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