David Foster Wallace killed himself. Bastard. We needed him around a whole lot longer.
Infinite Jest is one of those books that if it gets it's hooks into you, you'll never be quite the same. I never was, and I'm thankful for it.
i think he would have appreciated the story of the crazy xmas tree farmers in ohio that dug some ditches and raised Malaysian freshwater prawns near the town of Toledo. (Nice photo Gregory).
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