Chapter 16
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Richard Schweid


I wasn’t worried about getting there on time, but I was worried about the drug test

I was eager to run away from a bad divorce and the death of my father and was desperate for a job that would take me away from Nashville.

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The Elver Eater’s Mother

Different journeys, same destination

I had just finished my first-ever dish of angulas, baby eels, properly called elvers. They are a tasty specialty of Basque cuisine and come in a quarter-pound serving of tiny two-inch long animals, which look like thin transparent noodles with two black dots of eyes at one end.

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