A Hole in My Mind
“I was thumbing through New Mexico with
nothing, headed nowhere, when I fell in
with a shaman named Shaman who pricked a
hole in my mind. A little prick it was,
but everything gushed in through it, and
everything spilled out. Suddenly, I could
not tell the difference between myself and
others or between my body and the rest of
the world.”
- Eliot Fintushel: Izzy and the Father of Terror (1998)
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Posted on August 25th, 2010 under Books by Zenweezil
a lazy artist, a sci-fi geek (science not fantasy, so space ships not elves), a Pacers / Lions fan, a writer, a former journalist, an art collector, an investor, and all-around former bad ass who's grown soft and content.