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I’m going to get sushi for dinner tonight for the second time this week. On the drive across the water with Wyatt to our favorite fish spot, I got a call from Julie. We don’t talk very often, but when we do I’m always extremely happy about it afterwards. I told her about a terrible time I had at Ami Sushi in Westwood this past weekend.

We traded mail later that evening, and in a style that is all her own, Julie wrote about mine and Wyatt’s theoretical dining experience:

Wyatt: What the fuck was that?! did that fish just crawl up your ass??

Jesse: From the chaffing feeling, I’d say yes. Even so, it still beats out Westwood.

The fact that there are no live fish where I eat is something only Julie’s sense of humor could make me thankful for. Tonight though, Johnny and I agree that we can hear them calling…”eat me!”